If you know me you probably know that I love milk. I love it so much that if there were a competition to win a prize if you drink a lot of milk quickly, I would definitely enter but then I would not try to win, but merely take my time to enjoy all the free milk. That would show them a thing or two. About milk. My friends and enemies regularly taunt me as I swill down two pints of white creamy fluid, hailing me as some kind of walking advertisement for milk. If I am then the pay is crap.
Goat’s milk is horrible but cow’s milk is great. So I guess that when I say I love milk, I mean I love cow’s milk. Any cow will do. I have never tried milk direct from a cow but I expect it would be very much like the milk you buy in shops except warmer and creamier, and maybe a bit weird tasting, and maybe with bits of dust in because farms are dusty or so I hear. My mother grew up on a farm and that’s not a lie. So I know all about farms except, crucially, cows as my grandad was an arable farmer and hence his expertise lies in the area of combine harvesters and such. Just a little tidbit of information there. What is a tid? tid tid tid tid.
Apparently ass’s milk is good for the skin, Cleopatra swore by it, I’m pretty sure I knew that already but I also saw it on Brainiac, they proved it so it must be true. Brainiac is Good Science.
If you want to purchase milk you can go to pretty much any food shop, they will have an entire refrigerated section dedicated to the milky substance and all of its products (of which cheese is a member, you will be thoroughly pleased to learn). However not all shops do stock milk, so make sure you check before asking the manager. I certainly wouldn’t want to repeat that whole episode at Halford’s the other week.
I know my previous post said I had nothing interesting to say… and I was right.