My Musical Tastes
The other day, in answer to Dawn Treader’s question as to what were my musical tastes, I commented “My music tastes tend to be classical (Haydn, Mozart, Schubert, Grieg, Beethoven level, avoiding Shostakovich and what I would call discordant ones), choral (especially motets and Gregorian chant), some opera (especially Mozart again), operetta (Gilbert and Sullivan), Welsh Valleys choral music, and pop and rock and roll from the 1960s and 1970s. Which I tend to play is dependent upon my mood at the time.” At the moment it is 1950s pop that is playing (a minute ago it Was Queen) – just to show I can’t even list all my tastes they are so eclectic.
I commented on Yaya’s blog posting about her grandson, Anthony, and his birthday party. “What a wonderful set of grandchildren. ('Set' of grandchildren? What is the collective noun for grandchildren?)” Does anyone know – or how about some suggestions?
First course soup, second course - horse…
If I could download photos from my phone (I haven’t yet learned how to do that) I would show you notice on our local bakery doorway. It made the point that the meat in their pies was locally sourced and they knew where (and what) it all came from.
The Co-op sent me an e-mail simply because I hold a customer's card. That is service.
It said "I wanted to update you following the completion of independent testing on our own-brand minced beef products.
In total, 101 of our products were tested for contamination as part of a mass testing exercise called for by the Food Standards Agency. None of these products, which cover the totality of our current minced beef food range, have been found to contain any trace of horse DNA. "
It went on to apologise once again over the beefburgers that were found in every supermarket chain as part of the original scandal. It then reinforced that the Co-op "are far from complacent about a matter which has so clearly shaken customer confidence in the food you eat. Our independent testing will continue on a rolling basis to ensure on-going scrutiny. In the meantime, we are reviewing all of our meat supply chain and putting in place an enhanced process with greater transparency to ensure that we know the full provenance of all of our meat products. In fact, our testing across all of our food products is to be stepped up.”
Meanwhile, Tesco (and I hold one of their cards as well) are saying nothing to anyone. This despite the fact that a couple discovered a dead bird in their bag of “washed” salad when they came to eat it for lunch. See – even vegetarians can’t just ignore the Tesco scandal! Actually it’s not true to say Tesco didn’t comment. They admitted the dead bird was a Blackcap and told its audience its scientific name and all about the Southern European distribution of that species.
And today’s limerick comes from I G Fenner of New Milton, Hampshire…
Something outrageous occurred –
In my salad I found a dead bird.
But I’m thankful, of course,
That it wasn’t a horse,
Which would have been far more absurd.