Grow a pair, mate.

I ordered a ploughman's, and Rich had the scampi and chips.

[…] restaurants that squeeze in as many tables as possible against the walls of the old town; it gets zooey, with tourists trying to get past the fuming waiters trying to deliver food to their waiting diners.

In Britain, Gay Times discreetly became GT in March 2007, presumably all the better to indifferentiate it from the titles of other magazines, such as GQ and FHM, and thereby to consolidate continuities within the male homosocial spectrum.