As a man mildly obsessed with cow's milk (in an entirely healthy way), I must bring this heroic character to your attention - and his excellent publication. Come on bloggers - get hitting - let's see if we can get his figures up to record levels (80) again...
(As for milk bottles, why is it - as I may have asked before - that these triumphs of modern design are incapable of pouring without collateral spillage in all directions? The old long-necked, small-mouthed glass bottle has never been improved on.)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
Milk 'bottles'? Bottles? Dear God do they still make them? A bull in a china shop springs to mind.
ReplyDeletePs: I haven't commented on here for I don't know how long. For that, I feel deeply ashamed and disgusted with myself. I just don't know how you busy people get the time for all this blogging? I know I don't. What with hectic life-styles, twelve hours sleep every ni.... ah I see where i've gone wrong.
He looks fairly normal but erm somehow you just know he isn't.
ReplyDeleteI love the pic on his newsletter site suggesting that in Victorian times(?) milk was delivered by dog cart. Alas, this excellent and very eco-friendly service was soon curtailed.
Best of all was when the dairy took the cow round the streets and milked it there and then, straight into the jug. I have a photo of this happening at the end of my road, c. 1905. No I didn't take it myself.
ReplyDeletePS: Good to have you back, Lee. Remember - there's always time to blog.
it is, according to my old physics O-level textbook, to do with surface tension. you can relieve this somewhat by gentle massage of the neck and shoulders while pouring.
ReplyDeleteI remember for a few coppers you could own a plastic bottle cap with a retractable spout. All long gone now....
this man - as with the others - hunter-gatherer instincts gone awry. obsessive. resistance is futile.
Ah the retractable spout yes - bet the collector bloke's got one of those... I seem to remember some strange device designed to separate the cream from the milk too. We took our milk seriously back then. A mistake, I think, by and large.
ReplyDeleteand we should take it seriously again as it's now the main cause of climate change. :o0
ReplyDeleteThe weirdest thing about that bottle-collector story is the ad flashing above it: An incredibly jolly looking man saying "Prostate cancer kills one man every hour in the UK!" Why is he smiling? More women left for him?
ReplyDeleteIt's the Koanda effect - fluids love to follow a curve unless disrupted. Lack of appreciation of this causes all sorts of problems. It can be used to drive a hovercraft though contra-intuitively by blowing upwards. Koanda studied with Eiffel and was the first man to fly across the walls of Paris in a heavier-than-air craft.
ReplyDeleteWhat a man! And he seems to have looked like the young Donald Sutherland. 'As a child he was fascinated by the miracle of wind...' Weren't we all?
ReplyDeleteIan - it has nothing to do with surface tension. I like your idea of massaging the upper abdomen while poring though. The wife has done nothing else all evening but I've spilt all over nevertheless.
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