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Topic History of: Cheeses Max. showing the last 5 posts - (Last post first)
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Green Man
Wyot Can we get back to cheese please?
Yes, we can Wyot !
hedda
By the way I lurvedStinking Bishop's Winner / Howerd tale.
I bet Winner liked a good cheese..Howerd not so much.
Dearest Quentin Delve, you will able to read more of my fabulous life and Brushes With Fame in my forthcoming tome: Diary Of A Nobody 2: Redux
Especially in the chapter; Celebrity Cheeses Lovers I have Observed.(I once saw Joan Collins perusing the cheese trolley in Langans. Couldn't see what her selection was though )
hedda
Stinking Bishop wrote: I THINK I've worked out this thread. The idea is to eschew cheese talk and mention famous people, yes? Okay, here goes:
It was the spring of 1979. The place was Kensington High Street. Michael Winner was striding purposefully down the street in one direction, and Frankie Howerd was doing the same in the opposite direction. They hated each other, so, when their eyes met, both men dashed into the nearest doorway to wait until the other had passed. Realising that this poorly thought-out strategy was destined to leave both men stuck in their respective doorways in a Beckett-like limbo, I took pity on them. 'Would you like some cheese, Mr Howerd?' I inquired of the veteran comedian. 'Yes, please,' he whispered to me, and gratefully took a thick slice of Wensleydale from my lunch box. He winked. I nodded. I walked on. 'Would you like some cheese, Mr Winner?' I asked the veteran, um, director. He said nothing and waved me away abruptly. From that moment on, I have always thought fondly of Frankie Howerd, and less fondly of Michael Winner.*
*I realise, on reflection, that I have completely ruined my own plan to avoid mentioning cheese! I do apologise. My dear wife says I'm always doing things like that!
Speaking of Frankie Howerd who lived just off High St Ken in a nice house..I had to visit him once over some project that may have involved him singing and to demonstrate he could..he sang a tune unaccompanied from a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta which I absolutely loathed.
All the time he kept looking in the mirror and lifting his toupee to scratch his head and said his partner wouldn't come downstairs as he was too depressed.
I never met Michal Winner though or even saw him anywhere.
## Aldi do a superb inexpensive Blue Cheese. Well they do here. I think it's from New Zealand.
### Rick Stein who seems to be a very successful restauranteur has a much acclaimed eatery on the NSW coast but I've never been as who in the Hell drives 100 miles for dinner?
Wyot
Can we get back to cheese please?
Honey
Colin Brie wrote: I am more than somewhat surprised, given the man behind the messageboard, given the subject at the head of the thread, that the discussion has reached this point without any mention of the striking cheese-related achievements of the ex-Blur bass player Alex James.
The chronically slouching but still quite amiable Mr James, rather sensibly in my view, abandoned the music industry some years ago for the noble art and craft of cheese-making, and he has made a fine fist of it. I have sampled many examples of his curdy comestibles - his Pong Cheese Box is a rather delightful way to end an evening - and I urge you to explore the range.
My one caveat, however, is that, as the following video demonstrates, Mr James is not the cleanest of men, and the thought of his sweaty, smelly, dirt-flecked feet playing any role in the cheese-making process induces in me a feeling of nausea which, while not of the origin envisaged by Jean-Paul Sartre, is nonetheless sufficiently existentially-jarring in its effects to upset me in ways that no Ritz biscuit can posssibly assuage.
My God, its like something from those Pan books of short horror stories.
On one of Pink Floyd's albums, I cant remember which, there is a little studio talky bit where it sounded (to a group of young teenagers possibly giddy on cans of Skol) like someone says "Emmo Cheese".
We decided that it must be short for Emmental cheese, and nearly fifty years later, I cant stop myself calling it "Emmo" (with the silly voice) even though in hindsight I think they must have been asking "ham or cheese?"
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