If the health police say it's bad for you, then i'm either buying it ... making it ... cooking it ... or saints preserve us: eating it

Nuked Gherkins from Ukraine to go with a nice little Tartiflette ? - Yes pleeeeease

The finest bluetongued lamb from the U.K ? - Luvverly

Militarily weaponised, un-pasturised, cheese of mass distruction ? - *gimmeegimmeegimmee*

This weekend, then, whilst out doing the weekly shopping, having bought the ecologically sound washing powder, the tear inducing and wallet crunching sustainable-growth-equitable-coffee-beans, i discovered a boutique that's always been under my nose, so to speak ...

Noo, my kinky reader of one, i hadn't blundered into a video and gadgetrie store at Pigalle, nor had i finally stumbled upon Ye Olde Fyne Englishe Epicerie, selling Branston pickle and Heinz baked beans by the spoonful (which i do admit to having difficulty in finding)

Nahhn ... leave it ahhht

In the finest Pythonesque of traditions, i had walked into my hitherto unfrequented cheese emporium :)

Drive by, blink in the sun, and you miss it.

Walk-by, inhale, and you can't but help to notice it

I ventured in and must've spent hours in there, enraptured by what was on offer - everything but Wensleydale, Cheddar or red Leicester

Only real cheese

Cheese that puts hairs on you chest

In two words :

Manly cheese !!

Or three, if your a bit pernickety :

Anti social cheese !!!

Brie which is grossly bien fait, bleu d'Auvergne that really ought to have a 'cher collègues, je pue de la gueule, et j'en ai vraiment rien à cirer' sign on the packaging, or a nice little undefinded, stodgy lump of toxic smelling Maroilles to dip in the café/chicoré concoction at seven in the morning

I'm what you might call an un-reserved and un-repentant 'Foodie'