Friday, January 06, 2006

Camp Coffee & Bulls' Milk

Video of the day. (Long delays expected)

campAnyone for Camp? Camp was the coffee, or what passed as coffee in my grandmother's kitchen in 1950. It was a brown syrupy liquid that stood in a bottle with an exotic looking label on the kitchen table.

"Do you want it with or without bulls' milk?" she'd always ask my mother when we went to visit.
"What's bulls' milk Nan?" I used to ask.

campMy grandmother and her sister, Great Aunt Nellie, would both laugh uncontrollably at that and eventually explain that bulls didn't give milk but that as the sterilized milk that was available to them in those days didn't taste like cows' milk, they called it bulls' milk."

Camp was made in Scotland by Patersons. There's even a Camp Centenary Cookery Book and a very fine Camp Coffee poster available here. It's all terribly jolly.

Ceiling news rocks the City

Today my inbox was bulging with mail (93% spam) but poked away amongst the double your sexual perfomance dross was a legitimate email from Ceiling, a jewel at the less fashionable end of the London supergroup list who are about to maximise their influence on the tone deaf or otherwise auricularly challenged of the Capital. Soon to be appearing at a venue near you, but only if you live in Highbury or Islington.

Florida bull vote

Seems that everyone in Florida got to vote for the best looking bull. It was a straight vote between a black bull and a brown bull. Some people actually liked the brown one best but accidentally voted for the black bull.
Some people voted for both.
Some people voted for neither.
Some people couldn't work out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of people from out-of-state told the voters which bull everyone had actually voted in so it didn't matter which bull they'd voted for anyway.

There you are - you start off with Camp and bulls' milk and end up with bullshit. If you find bullshit offensive, might I suggest you redirect to Wiseass.org who are offering templates so that you can make your own very own bullshit deflectors.

While I'm thinking of it, Dorthy Hewitt has mailed to ask if I love Penny Stocks. Sorry Dorthy but the name Penny Stocks doesn't ring a bell. A photo might help to jog my memory.
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