Absolutely, I don't know why they don't have this column in the Sunday supplements next to the restaurant reviews.a counterpart to and logical consequence of the dinner of the day thread
What's that mental French film where everyone shits communally around a big table but eats in private like it's a kind of gross but necessary thing to do?Absolutely, I don't know why they don't have this column in the Sunday supplements next to the restaurant reviews.
leo do you and the misses have room on the couch I might need a place to stay in the big city for a nightAnother great thread title viewable on screen by the misses.
"Fixed it for you", as they say on The Twitters.we're away that decade, sorry.
It's Bunuel.What's that mental French film where everyone shits communally around a big table but eats in private like it's a kind of gross but necessary thing to do?
The professor continues, using a dinner party at his friends' house to illustrate a point he is making. We then cut to the 'dinner' party which is being held in a modern bourgeois apartment.
The guests are seated around the table on flushing toilets. They politely discuss various issues around the topic of defecation whilst publicly using the toilets that they are sitting on. When a guest is hungry, he excuses himself and retires to the dining room, a private cubicle, to eat food.