Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

Well send him my LOVE

there is a distinction between Tynan and tynan

go on then, don't keep us in suspense

Bring's child is named Tynan, but folk confuse with tynan-the-uncapitalised.

^^^^ coincidence, right ?

No, he named him after the LFGSS master of glow in the dark seatposts.

& he got his missus to agree to that BLIMEY he must be sweet talker or very good in the bedroom

He's both.

#blushes

The name was up for grabs. We threw them into a circle marked out with sawdust and broken glass, and let them fight it out, hyperactive unnamed toddler versus low cadence advertising hipster. They drew on points, so were both allocated the name, but tynan opted for the trendy lowercase variant and moved from Camden to Hoxton soon after.

Is there a distinction between the respective security pastes?

Where one has moved from toddlerdom to small boy status, and the other has shifted from enthusiautistic fixed rider to high strength lager alcoholic, their respective stools have moved to opposite ends of the spectrum. You couldn't even call tynan's waste stools these days. Beanbags maybe.

He was at the BFF I believe, with a child in a yes fam t-shirt.

I only mention it because I am a bit of a know it all myself. Just out of curiosity where do you learn this stuff? Is it philosophy?

On the streets.

And Wikipedia.

I learn everything I know on the forum.

Should we get schooled in rhetoric to better call out these bad cyclists?

That's a bit of a rhetorical question.

To answer the content deity's question, **I actually starting reading **formal stuff about rhetoric fallacies after an entertaining thread on here concerning conspiracy theories.

And there's a rhetorical fallacy right there. (Or, rather, ipsissima verba.)

No Oliver, it's a typo. Oh well.

That's a bit of a rhetorical question.

I'm glad someone noticed.

This page is confusing... Is it time to start calling out true Scotsmen?

They're not true Scotchmen if you don't call them out. That's just common sense.

No true Scotsman

I remember this conversation in my school days:

Girl: I fucking hate Pakies
Me: What about your uncle? (Who was from Pakistan and very well liked)
Girl: He's alright, he's one of us.
Me: Do you know anyone else from Pakistan?
Girl: No cos they all fucking stink init.

Conversation ends.

I thought pikies were irish. this racism stuff is terribly confusing. no wonder they have trouble going back to where they bloody well came from.

Hear hear, we all need a return address (a la Paddington bear) provided at birth, that'd solve a lot of problems.

Plus Marmalade.

The Royal Mail will get very confused with all of the letters addressed to "Mum's vagina".

they'd know if you put 'TW2's mum's vagina'

#burn