My grocer hates me
I think my grocer must hate me. I mean there I was trying to buy groceries that would be kind to my waistline and as I pass the dairy section I discover a whole new array of imported cheeses. Oh, dear. I do have such a weakness for fine cheeses and none of those namby-pamby, girlie men low fat cheeses either, I’ll have you know.
I was forced, forced I say, to buy both an apple smoked cheddar cheese and an Apricot Wensleydale, just narrowly getting out of there without buying the Cranberry Wensleydale but who knows the next time…..
Maybe its not my grocer though. Notice these are all British cheeses! Yes that’s it, it’s an MI5 operation. Tony Blair is trying to get rid of me for criticizing him. No, that’s too obvious. I know, it must be a black op by the Bush cabal to get even with me for all the nasty things I’ve said about Bush and the neocons. Yeah that’s it, just their style, destroy their critics and put the blame on some lackey.
Well there you go. It’s just not my fault
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Comment from Doug McKay
Time: 10/9/2004, 2:30 pm
Shut that bloody bouzouki up!!!
Oh…sorry…wrong sketch…
Doug
Comment from Doug Alder
Time: 10/9/2004, 3:26 pm
Shelley: Ha, what’s this real man crap. It takes a real man to admit his weaknesses, be it for cheese or long legged women 
Doug: You’ve skimming through your Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole again I see.
Comment from Shelley
Time: 10/9/2004, 1:38 pm
Geez, those sound good. Especially the apricot cheese. But a real man, you know, a real man could hae walked right on by the cheeses, going “No thank you darlin.”