[Youngian]

No wonder the Spanish empire slaughtered the Aztecs, they were Protestants.

“Happiness”, when it’s not some complicated idea that’s drifted from our ordinary meaning, is fleeting and tends to be followed by its opposite: pain or at least fatigue.

That means “happiness” isn’t a suitable goal in life, though it at first looks plausible.

[Andy McDandy]

Kill them all and tear out their still beating hearts, before yeeting their bodies into the piranha lake. Perfectly simple.

[Malcolm Armsteen]

Or 'flay your enemies alive and wear their skin'...

[Bones McCoy]

Or 'flay your enemies alive and wear their skin'...

Fess up Mailwatchers, who hasn't....

[Youngian]

This is just weird

Gen Z has brought us the 6pm dinner – and I am not ready for it
Early evening restaurant bookings are on the rise. Great for commuters and sleep purists, but what about the rest of us?
Do you have an opinion on the issues raised in this article?
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfr ... 1754389780

By the same hack Polly Hudson. Move over Adrian Chiles

Beards may be dirtier than toilets – but all men should grow one.
Without his, my husband resembles an estate agent. It’s time more men took advantage of this hairy little glow-up

[Yug]

1. 6pm dinners. Someone tell her they're not compulsory.

2. If she really thinks beards are dirtier than toilets then that speaks volumes about her husband's hygiene.


I didn't bother reading the articles - I'm just assuming they're a load of old wank.

[Boiler]

6pm dinners are a good idea if you suffer from acid reflux and/or a hiatus hernia. Because nothing is as lovely as waking up bewildered and choking from a load of stomach acid making its way back into your buccal cavity.

[Abernathy]

What a lovely mental picture.

[Andy McDandy]

It's filler, but does filler have to be that crap?

[Bones McCoy]

1. 6pm dinners. Someone tell her they're not compulsory.

It's eve better than that.
Those people with the 6pm booking will have left the table when you rock up at 7:30 (or whatever).


What did the Grauniad do in the summer of the Reform Riots?
Launched a generational struggle about mealtimes.

[kreuzberger]

I have been trying to get used to this for almost a decade. Bavarians are nipping for lunch at midday and want dinner, soon after six.

I do my best but sometimes I just dip out, getting a bottle of wine and a sandwich from the supermarket. Eating that much so early is simply not pleasant for someone who had been used to the Italian clock for the previous twenty years.

Also, it's the silly season.

[Boiler]

I'm reminded of my old work mealtimes: 1200 - 1300 (lunch), 1730 - 1830 (dinner).

[Youngian]

When did dinner become lunch and tea become dinner?

[kreuzberger]

And the lightbulb goes "bing"!

I really need to think about this. A pastry for breakfast (10:00), some fruit at lunchtime (14:00), and then bread and cheese, and some posh salads and sausage for dinner at 21:00 would suit me down to the ground.

I am feeling increasingly daunted by restaurant drama menus - who can put away that much food? We did that last week and twatted the thick end of 400€, and I was done half-way through.

[kreuzberger]

When did dinner become lunch and tea become dinner?

When we were working-class, we had supper too. It was generally a cheese and pickle sandwich at around 21:30 or "after the news" as we called it back then.

[Oboogie]

When did dinner become lunch and tea become dinner?

The variance is (or was) regional and class based.
For my mother, working class raised by Irish parents in Spalding in the 30s and 40s, "dinner" was the mid-day meal, "tea" was afternoon tea at 4pm, and the evening meal was "supper" about 7pm.

In my experience the midday meal splits 50/50 "dinner" and "lunch" and most people call their evening meal "tea". Afternoon tea doesn't seem to exist anymore, outside going to a teashop for a treat.

The only other use of supper I've experienced was Aberdeen in the early 90s where fish and chips was described routinely as a "fish supper".

[Boiler]

When did dinner become lunch and tea become dinner?

When we were working-class, we had supper too. It was generally a cheese and pickle sandwich at around 21:30 or "after the news" as we called it back then.

And I can hear my mother saying "you don't want to go to bed on that!".

At home (to use the terms I grew up with), dinner was half past twelve and tea was at six, when Dad got home from the brickyard. Later, it slipped forward to just after five when his working pattern changed. Three meals a day, if you include breakfast: no such thing as supper, the nearest you got to that was a cup of boiled milk before heading up to bed.