h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

You have my sympathy, giving up cheese is a total nightmare.

Can't have it on my diet and it is the thing I miss the most. Actually, I *could* have some providing it is a teensy weensy slice that just gives you the taste for it so that you want more, and I'd know it was in the fridge calling out to me. Or I could have some of that diet cheese that appears to be made of plastic

Still, if the debilitating pain stops you might find you can cope without the cheese. It is like giving up smoking, horrendous to contemplate when you are facing it and doing the cold turkey, but you feel so much better afterwards

I miss cheese - given the choice my firdge would be full of the stuff. Actually now I share my fridge it has a reasonable amount in it but I cant eat it - so not fair!

I am impressed you are managing without red wine? Are you allowed white?

* cant even contemplate GD facing being forced to give up smoking *

Chardonnay meet Special Brew. Special Brew, this is Chardonnay.

* falls over *

Special Brew?

At £15.99 a slab. Yes, Special Brew

... but well chilled first

Oh dear, oh dear. You're not planning to sleep on park benches and shout incomprehensible abuse at passers-by as well, are you...?

I only do that after I've been on the White Lightning

Ah! 8.4% strength ciders! Happy days!

We're obviously not talking about Woodpecker here are we

This is worrying. Apparently GreyDesk is the world's oldest-looking 14-year-old.

B

I remember the days when I could eat a good ploughmans all washed down with a nice pint of scrumpy, now the only bit of it I could eat would be the pickled onion!

*Waves to everyone*

Hey Gosho, what part of the US are you in? Here on the West Coast there's a store called Trader Joes, which has a not bad selection of cheeses. They seem to be everywhere. They also do some crackin crackers.

Failing that I go to the Brit Shop attached to the Shakespeare Pub in San Diego (my Branston source - reminds me, I've run out). There's also some Brit shops in Santa Monica if you make it to the SoCal area.

I've converted many Americans to branston pickle. They're really apprehensive at first, at its sight and the fact that it's British. But once they try it with a bit of Welsh cheddar on a good cracker then they're hooked. Hee

Good luck with the cheese hunt...

Ste

**just got back from Tescos**

Damn! Branston pickle...

B

I'm in Texas Ste. There are a couple of stores (Wholefoods, Central Market) where I can get a wide range of good cheeses, but the prices... Way out of my league for the amount of cheese I used to nosh

Yeah, the price is the problem.

You can get some nice brie, stilton & gouda from trader joes, but you have to go to brit shops to get the other good stuff (red leicester, etc). And that costs. Trader Joes seems to be everywhere apart from Tex-ass () is seems.

I was in a Brit shop in Santa Monica the other week with a bunch of American friends. You ought to have seen their faces when I slyly opened The Sun to reveal page 3. Hahahaha!

Ste

I bet they fell into a swoon, like a delicate Victorian lady who just caught a glimpse of a man's upper arm

Trader Joe doesn't seem to realise that there's anything between the east and west coasts

It was in this faux-quaint shop with all these funny things like biscuits, cheese, easter eggs, etc. And there was a news-stand in the middle of it all. The last thing they expected was some Stunnah from Essex exposing herself.

"Trader Joe doesn't seem to realise that there's anything between the east and west coasts"
Sorry? I don't understand. What "in between"? Anyway, the Red States don't deserve such wonderful things as Trader Joes. If one opened they'd think it was too foreign.

God, I love this Californian air of superiority I've picked up.

Ste

Vacherin Mont d'Or is about to go out of season for another year

I used to feel the same way about Jersey Royal spuds Of course, since they're not to be had in Texas I'm spared that annual sorrow