As delivered at BBC Radio Bristol this morning:
elderly woman, according to a story last Friday, got a knock on the
door from two police officers asking if she was intending to supply a
dangerous cheese. No, really.
Holiday Monday. Everyone's thoughts turn to cheese-chasing. What do
you mean, not yours?
you're going to wait for the opportunity to run with the bulls, have
a town-wide, ruleless football match, a massive tomato fight or, if
you're really alarming, pop along to Ottery St Mary in the autumn and
get chased through the streets by people wearing flaming barrels of
How come there are no knocks on the doors of people who make knives,
motor-bikes, beer or cigarettes. Those are just as much a matter of
choice as pursuing a 26lb Double Gloucester down a hill. Aren't they?
God of the Bible spoke from a burning bush, asked a prophet to cook
his food on dung and called another one to marry a woman of ill
repute. Then Jesus invited his followers to walk on water, approach
the demonic and eventually lay down their lives. Shouldn't they be
brought in for questioning?
lad who shared his loaves and fish with 5,000. No regard for food
time I sang 'Come Down O Love Divine' I should have done a risk
I don't think I mind terribly much if some people want to risk their
limbs by chasing cheese. Life is about risk.
may go home and eat an organic natural yoghurt and some unwashed
fruit now. I'll open the yoghurt with my penknife. Living