It's the way I tell 'em
Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 11:48 pmWe were talking of this and that, as you do, before we cooked dinner and it emerged that while at work today ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ellefurtle saw a snippet on the politics section of BBC News 24. A certain visage swam into focus and a number of people in the office exclaimed:
The Thumb!!
A certain member of the cabinet, it seems, is known in that office by the soubriquet, "Thumb". It is quite appropriate, I feel and I have done very rough mock up to prove the point.
Later, after we had eaten and watched the latest episode of Castle, the conversation turned as often it does, to cheese.
"Why" enquired Furtle, "can't you get Red Windsor Cheese any more?" I rather assume that you can, if you are prepared to look for it, but I will allow that it's rarely if ever available in Sainsbury's. It transpires that when she (Furtle) was a kid, her Gran always had a supply of Red Windsor available and to the nostalgic mind of mine wife, this made it the finest cheese on the planet (despite it being simply cheddar with port swirled through it - nice, I allow, but the finest cheese..?). This led back to the inevitably wistful observation that it is no longer generally available.
I opined that such a curdy comestible should be available at any number of fromageries that I know around London and if this was not the case, someone somewhere would sell it online. Some organisation such as International Cheeses, who would fly it in on demand, landing somewhere suitable in their large green transporter aircraft, raising it on stilts to allow the delivery truck to exit and make delivery. These worthy gentlemen would doubtless be clad in blue jumpsuits and their origin known to none.
I was waxing lyrical on the subject when I realised that right up until the moment that I had the aircraft on stilts, my lady wife had been following with rapt attention and swallowed the tale hook line and sinker. Had I realised that my audience was hanging on every word, I should have spun it out longer and only gone for the reveal after some minutes of cheery surmise.
How was I to know?
bespoke cheese deliveries since 1966
ellefurtle saw a snippet on the politics section of BBC News 24. A certain visage swam into focus and a number of people in the office exclaimed: A certain member of the cabinet, it seems, is known in that office by the soubriquet, "Thumb". It is quite appropriate, I feel and I have done very rough mock up to prove the point.
Later, after we had eaten and watched the latest episode of Castle, the conversation turned as often it does, to cheese.
"Why" enquired Furtle, "can't you get Red Windsor Cheese any more?" I rather assume that you can, if you are prepared to look for it, but I will allow that it's rarely if ever available in Sainsbury's. It transpires that when she (Furtle) was a kid, her Gran always had a supply of Red Windsor available and to the nostalgic mind of mine wife, this made it the finest cheese on the planet (despite it being simply cheddar with port swirled through it - nice, I allow, but the finest cheese..?). This led back to the inevitably wistful observation that it is no longer generally available.
I opined that such a curdy comestible should be available at any number of fromageries that I know around London and if this was not the case, someone somewhere would sell it online. Some organisation such as International Cheeses, who would fly it in on demand, landing somewhere suitable in their large green transporter aircraft, raising it on stilts to allow the delivery truck to exit and make delivery. These worthy gentlemen would doubtless be clad in blue jumpsuits and their origin known to none.
I was waxing lyrical on the subject when I realised that right up until the moment that I had the aircraft on stilts, my lady wife had been following with rapt attention and swallowed the tale hook line and sinker. Had I realised that my audience was hanging on every word, I should have spun it out longer and only gone for the reveal after some minutes of cheery surmise.
How was I to know?
bespoke cheese deliveries since 1966