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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Cheese, anyone?

Tell me do you think it'd be all right
If I could just crash here tonight?
Cos you can see I'm in no shape for drivin'
And anyway I've got no place to go

Not much to report today; I haven't left the house as it's been pissing it down constantly. I made brownies though, always a good idea. And watched Regency House Party, and did some work. And decided to try and get fitter, or at least work off the brownies that I will now be eating, so did some sit ups and crunches (note to self; do this every morning and stop being a lazy cow).

At this point I wanted to put a link to a fantastic advert that is on tv here, but I can't find it on the web! It is for Canadian cheese - no honestly, bear with me on this one. Remember the 'Escape' perfume adverts with Christy Turlington and some bloke on a beach, in black and white? Well it is the same as that, with a girl and a bloke on the beach, looking as though it is going to be a perfume ad, until after all the breathiness and lovely scenery comes the line:

"It's timeless......... addictive.........Gouda.......... for him. Gouda.........for her."

And the girl leans over and starts gnawing on a piece of cheese. Cut to the end scene of a rock with two carved bits of Gouda, made to look like perfume bottles.

Bloody brilliant. There is a cheddar one as well. I am so impressed with them that I have even e-mailed the Dairy Association of Canada, or some such, to ask whether the ads are available to view on the web. Funniest thing I've seen in ages!!

And finally,
Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.

posted by Jen at 22:56

1 Comments:

Blogger Greg said...

Of course, Canada is famous for her cheese.

Her greatest poet, James McIntyre of Ontario wrote many fine poems on the subject, including this magnificent ditty:

The ancient poets neer did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They neer imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze
They neer hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor,
And near barren as a moor,
But now their owners live at ease,
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil ;
The land enriched by goodly cows
Yields plenty now to fill their mows,
Both wheat and barley, oats and peas,
But still their greatest boast is cheese.

Cow, you must treat her as a Queen,
When grass is dry cut her feed green;
She will repay you for your toiling
For theres profit in the soiling,
Its benefits one daily sees
Who takes an interest in the cheese.

And you must careful fill your mows,
With good provender for your cows;
And in the winter keep, them warm,
Protect them safe all times from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease
Which doth insure best grades of cheese.

To us it is a glorious theme,
To sing of milk, and curds, and cream,
Were it collected, it could float
On its bosom small steam boat,
Cows, numerous as swarm of bees,
Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.

To prove the wealth that here abounds,
One cheese weighed eight thousand pounds;
Had it been hung in air at noon
Folks would have thought it was the moon ;
It sailed with triumph oer the seas
Twas hailed with welcome "Queen of cheese."

2:37 p.m.  

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