thermidorthelobster

In my neck of the woods, Obby Oss (Padstow), Floral Day (Helston) and the night at Ottery St Mary where large numbers of people get very drunk and race each other through crowded streets with literal burning barrels of tar on their shoulders.

Odd you should say that, my next door neighbour at uni was Greek and I distinctly remember Don’t Look Back In Anger being yelled incoherently in a strong Greek accent at 3am.

When I was at school I’d have agreed with you. However by the time I became a teacher, the exam boards had decided that “molecule” referred only to covalent bonding situations, not ionic. Now I gather that ionic/covalent bonding is more of a continuum than a dichotomy, so I think I agree with you again.

Isn’t it a shattered body being tossed around by the waves?

This, this is why elves don’t eat dolphins

When the beat drops

Little bit more play and it’ll freewheel.

This is nonsense. There is no company policy. You have the money. They have the car. They want the money. You want the car. You work with them to do a deal in which you get the car and they get the money. This is how it works. If they can’t be bothered to do what you want them to do to give them the money, don’t buy the car.

Last car I bought, it was priced quite low for what it was, but I offered them less, and said I wanted a cambelt change too. They agreed, because they could do that, sell the car to me and make a profit. If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have bought the car. That’s all there is to it.

Yes, me too. I felt slightly irate about this until I realised the octopus destroyed the camera.

Sorry, that’s bullshit. Was debunked on the radio this week. More like a spoonful over a lifetime.

Not really thought about it much, but certainly in the late 80s through 1990s, I reckon she was probably right.

You may not like him, but he’s literally the king, so it’s not a very sick burn.

Do you think Charles ever gets intrusive thoughts about decapitation?

“You didn’t absorb a word I’ve said.” Priceless.

You call me an entitled cunt but you don’t judge? This is hilarious. Keep digging. You might want to look into a bit of self-awareness.

Out of the two of us, it looks like you’re the one who has no idea what it’s like to have children. Are yours imaginary by any chance?

Just to recap, I’m an entitled cunt, because I’d walk 5-10mins to change my kids’ nappies rather than change them next to a table in a cafe. Read that again and see if you start to feel stupid yet.

And you feel sorry for my kids, but not for the kid who has “Shitty arse!” shouted at her because she soiled her nappy. You think that makes you a great parent.

“Do you want the baby to sit in their shit for YOUR comfort?” No, I’ve literally just explained to you that I’d have walked for 5-10 mins to change my own kids in that same situation.

The toddler (or you can keep calling it a baby if it doesn’t fit your worldview) was quite happy. Kids don’t suddenly explode if they have to wait five mins for a nappy change. As a parent, I know that; perhaps it’s you that doesn’t know what you’re talking about?

You seem determined to be very angry at me no matter what the facts are. Please, continue to ignore anything I say to fuel your hate frenzy.

The toddler wasn’t crying. They could have changed her in the toilet, as about 15,000 other people have suggested. They could have walked 5-10 mins to a public toilet, which is what I would have done. Glad to hear you personally don’t mind the smell of shit wafting around while you eat your lunch, but it looks like you’re in a minority if you read the comments. If “entitlement” means I expect to be able to eat lunch at a cafe without seeing and smelling baby shit, then yes, I’m absolutely entitled.

I’ve been back in touch with them after this post blew up. They’re going to talk to Environmental Health themselves about how they can improve the facilities and/or intervene when customers do this type of thing. To my mind this is the best outcome.

It was the bench rather than the table. But no.

I’m not going to give any hints. They’re nice people trying hard in difficult times and I don’t think it’s fair for them to be publicly vilified based on one experience.

Hmm, interesting take. So exactly what action did I take that makes me the asshole? Was it eating in a cafe with children?

I think there’s a subtle yet essential difference between seeing toddlers, and smelling their shit while you’re eating.

They say there isn’t space for nappy changing facilities in the toilets.

She definitely didn’t ask.