Snippets

Two Frenchmen have set up a restaurant in London that only serves meals based on cheese. I think they’ve called it “Rory’s Wet Dream.” Since changing my eating habits last year, cheese is the thing I miss most, and the thing most likely to lure me back to an unhealthy diet. I may have mentioned this at some point before but I love cheese. I LOVE CHEESE. Just typing the word CHEESE gets me salivating, excited and, let’s be honest, well on the way to an erection. I used to make my own version of Welsh Rarebit that used five different types of cheese. Hannah watched me prepare and eat it once and worked out that I’d used up my saturated fat allowance for the next six days. I love cheese, which apparently makes me a TUROPHILE, from the Greek tyros (cheese) and philos (beloved). I am that thing, and proud of it.

I’ve had an e-mail from an online dating company asking if I’d like to try their service free for six months. I guess they got my info from one of the many similar websites I have foolishly registered with before. I replied saying that I’ve had my fingers burnt this way before, and that “once one has suffered an injury from a particular form of behaviour, to repeat that form of behaviour would be akin to self-flagellation.” I also sent them a link to an online dictionary, just in case they need it.

Haiku about March:

It’s a lovely month
The flowers start to appear
and women wear less

RC 22-3-10