Question:
October 30, 2008
Tell me what you think about me – I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings, only ring your celly when I’m feelling lonely – when it’s all over please get up and leave.
But seriously: When did semi-skimmed become the norm for milk?
I’m on a bit of a fitness kick at the moment, and as a consequence of running under beautiful morning skies like this, I get really hungry before lunch. Like, fucking. And I eat a lot anyway. The only thing that quite cuts midmorning it is a large coffee, but the default milkage for mileage is semi-skimmed.
I want milk milk, but I guess I have to call it whole milk now. It’s like how chocolate has to be called dark chocolate and everyone calls milk chocolate just chocolate.
I know I’m right.
When did substantially less become a little bit more? What do I have to do, ask for a “fat cappucino”?
Semi skimmed only makes the rocking words turn around 180 degrees. I want milk.
Semi skimmed milk is evil. It’s only half milk. It’s a fact that if you give a kid a glass of semi skimmed milk to drink, they’ll get a little white Hitler moustache.
Oh, and the Phillies won. But if you cared, you’d know already. I don’t think people come here for baseball news much.
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I can’t speak for anyone else, but you are in fact my exclusive source of baseball news, Cliff.
I used to get through a litre of whole milk a day in my second year at university, I put on two and a half stone that year. More of a semi-skimmed man now.
I watched them ! They swum themselves to a good win . I think they are still drying off
Cornflakes with proper milk and brown sugar is one of life’s great joys. Are one of life’s great joys.
Oh whatever. Yey for the milk.
My friend Dave calls whole milk real milk. I only buy whole milk, but then I hardly ever use it. I drink black tea and coffee and make porridge with mostly water, but if I do have milk I want the proper stuff.
There’s a local farm that sells unpasteurised Jersey milk near here and it does a roaring trade/
Oooh no, porridge must be milky. Milky, milky porridge. With perhaps a teaspoon of crunchy peanut butter stirred into it, and a sprinkling of molasses.
Blimey. That’s porridge porn, that is.
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