Ferocious Cheese, Ale, and Authors - Susan Price
Susan Price Once, in Switzerland, we went to a farmers’ market where Davy bought a lump of local cheese. It was wrapped in a bag, inside another bag, inside a plastic bag, and locked into the car-boot. Returning later, we were almost felled, at several metres, by the smell of the cheese, penetrating not only its wrappings, but the car’s steel. Now that was a cheese you could call a cheese . It reminded me of Pratchett’s Horace , the ferocious, kilt-wearing Lancre Blue which fights alongside the Feegles. A cheese like that has a small, specialist market. A market that became even smaller when we opened the boot, and released the full, pent-up bouquet. stripping paint from a nearby wall. Still, the cheese had its fans. Business was...