This is narrow-minded, petty, xenophobic politics at its worst, where it seems that common sense an tolerance is thrown out the window. Infrastructure is collapsing and seems to be held together with duct tape and prayer, health care is suffering, companies are leaving the province because of the stupid, draconian language policies and this is what the fucking morons keep hammering on. Shit like this makes me happy I’m no longer living there to have to deal with it and doesn’t make it attractive for me to want to come back.
Tag: shrill
This makes me really, really angry
Should meat be displayed in butcher shop windows?
Over the weekend, a Suffolk petition triumphed, as JBS Family Butchers removed the meat hanging in its window display. The shop, in Sudbury’s Borehamgate precinct, followed the centuries-old tradition of displaying its wares in the window until it became the target of a letter campaign in the Suffolk Free Press.
“I, too, have been disgusted at the needless display of multiple mutilated carcasses on display,” wrote Ben Mowles from Great Cornard, who claimed he had been forced to suspend trips with his 12-year-old daughter to the nearby sweet shop because he would “rather not look at bloody severed pigs’ heads when buying sweets.”
It is a stark image. The father shielding his daughter’s eyes as he rushes her past the “mutilated carcasses” – which show the signs of provenance, the story of where the meat came from. He protects her from the reality of the chicken that goes into chicken nuggets, the beef that goes into beef burgers, the pork that goes into sausages. And he rushes her to Marimba sweet shop to find solace in a bar of chocolate instead.
Roger Kelsey, chief executive of the National Federation of Meat & Food Traders, explains that butchers’ windows have been the subject of investigation in the past. There are regulations surrounding the hygiene of hanging fur and feather alongside pre-prepared meat. “But this is different,” Kelsey says. “This is public opinion, branding butchers’ windows too gruesome.”
At butchers M Feller Son & Daughter in Oxford, it is quite a different story. Far from hiding his produce behind the counter, Michael Feller hangs it outside the shop to attract custom. There are often woodcock, pheasants, wild boar and even whole Père David’s deer on display. “We do have complaints,” says Feller, “but the reaction is an overwhelmingly good one – particularly at Christmas, where the window is a real draw. It is important people remember where their meat comes from,” says Feller, whose grandchildren recently joined the family business.
“The problem is that supermarkets tell us what cuts we’re allowed to eat. They wrap it and package it, and people forget that pork loin ever even came from a pig. My customers often come here for sweetbreads or testicles and other interesting cuts, but as soon as you start to target independent butchers, all this will disappear.”
Richard Balson, manager of Dorset butchers RJ Balson & Sons, expresses dismay at the petition. “The people kicking up a fuss about this man have gone soft. They’ve lost touch with reality,” he says. “When our family business was founded in 1515, the animals would have been walked into the middle of the towns, where they’d be slaughtered in front of everyone,” he says. “I appreciate that it’s a completely different world that we live in now. But this is over the top – it’s the minority kicking up a fuss, and the minority have too much power.”
Danny Lidgate, from Holland Park butchers, agrees that the petition is based on a minority opinion, but it’s one he is willing to listen to. “There’s always going to be 5-10% of the people who take offence. They’re going to be the ones who are most vocal about it,” he says. Lidgate has decided not to hang carcasses in his window. Instead, he displays cuts of meat, alongside roses hand-carved out of animal fat and seasonal vegetables.
“I want people to think ‘look at those lovely lamb chops’ – not ‘oh my goodness, there’s a whole pig dangling in the window’. Lots of art galleries purposefully display shocking work to generate a reaction. Sometimes it’s a good reaction, sometimes it’s bad. But either way, it provokes some sort of reaction – and that’s what lots of people choose to do in butchers’ windows.”
In Framlingham, 30 miles north-east of the Borehamgate precinct, butcher John Hutton shares Lidgate’s opinion. Hutton is proud of his window display – but admits that he would draw the line at a whole pig’s head. “A good old rib of beef is a lovely thing to look at,” he says. “But a pig’s head … I don’t know, it might offend more than please.”
His reasoning is based purely on aesthetics, and is certainly not through any attempt to obscure the reality of where the meat comes from. In fact, his meat delivery arrives in a van from the abattoir round the time that children are walking back from school, past the butchers. “They’re not squeamish at all,” he says. “The whole pig carcasses come off the back of the lorry, and it doesn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. If anything, they’re intrigued, and their parents like it, because they know they’re buying meat cut from the whole carcass.”
Back in the Borehamgate precinct, Richard Nicholson, the assistant manager at JBS Family Butchers, is overwhelmed by the public support. The butcher’s window was a topic of debate on both Radio Suffolk and Radio Norfolk. The butchers has since been inundated with phone calls from people encouraging the owners to put the meat back in the windows. “Ultimately we’re just a small shop. Our priority is to do what’s right for the business,” Nicholson says. “We’re leaving it down to the public to decide – if they think that’s how a butcher’s window should look, then we’ll put the display back. If not, then we’ll keep it down.”
Emphasis, mine. People need to realize that meat doesn’t come in a nice plastic-wrapped tray from Tesco. Your steak goes MOOOOOO, your bacon goes OINK and your chicken breast is a stupid, smelly bird that goes CLUCK. These are not mutilated carcasses. Show some respect for the food you’re eating, for f’n sake.
Grumble, grumble, stoopid computers
My blog posts are being cross posted to Facebook, which is good, but nothing is showing up in my friends pages, which is annoying as feck. I tried flushing the connections, so see what happens.
Current Mood: Aggravated
On the importance of backups!!!
As part of my normal website maintenance, I have a cron script that backs up my whole website and wordpress database. I have now noticed that the file backup hasn’t been running since mid-november. That shouldn’t normally be a problem, until the time when you make a typo in a unix command that, instead of deleting files with a ‘_backup’ tag DELETES EVERY FUCKING FILE IN A DIRECTORY. I managed to kill the command before the whole lot of my new galleries got killed, but I lost four. Two were in a previous backup, one I could rebuild in short order. The last one will need some serious digging around to find the original files.
So kiddies, lesson for today is MAKE SURE YOUR BACKUPS ARE UP TO DATE!
Don’t sweat it, love…
Who the fuck steals deodorant?
I’m in Italy for a work strategic retreat. When I packed my suitcase on Sunday night, I packed some toiletteries, my phone charger and my camera charger in the front of my suitcase. I didn’t really give it much thought and checked my bag in at Geneva. I took lots of pictures the first day and tried to recharge my camera, but couldn’t find my charger. OK, thought I, I must’ve left it at home. Later that night, when I went to brush my teeth, I realised that my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant and cologne had also gone awol. Now I could believe forgetting one item, but not the whole kit. A bent baggage handler must’ve scooped out my front pocket at the airport. Yay.
In brighter news though, the Italians are trying to kill me with mountains of delicious food.
WTF Orange?
I’m in Italy at the moment and my shiny shiny new cell phone is as useless as a brick because my new contract doesn’t have roaming activated. I just spoke with customer services and they can’t enable that option until 6 months have passed on the contract “to avoid huge roaming bills”
What’s insane is that my contract includes 30 minutes of talk time when I travel anywhere in Europe. Except I can’t use it. Because my roaming is blocked.
Fucktards.
Google: this app is not available in your country
Well, that was painful as hell.
Ever since we moved from the UK to Switzerland and opened a bank account with the BCV, I’ve been trying to download and install the app from the Google Play Store without success. It keeps complaining that the app is not available in my country (O.o). After much swearing at uncooperative phone systems, turns out that the culprit is the Google Wallet. My credit card, which I registered a loooong time ago, has a UK address, which is what Google bases itself on (in part). So, I had to update my credit card details, then flush out my browser cache, and voila, app downloaded. It really didn’t help that the default language for the Swiss play store is German, nor that the mobile phone reception on campus is shit so I couldn’t get the 2-step Google verification codes easily. It took me about an hour of faffing to get it done.
Current Mood: Aggravated
The nerve of some people :(
Ben wanted to take his bike to nursery this morning. This is actually useful because it – generally – means that it’s easier to get him out of the house and get him to nursery in a timely fashion. I say usually because last time he faffed around so much that we missed the bus. Today, to avoid this, I left the house early. We ended up at the bus stop with about 10 minutes to kill so, instead of letting him ride up and down the sidewalk, I took him into the Tesco express car park because it would be easier to keep an eye on him and there would be less risk of him hurting himself.
As he’s riding along in circles at the far end of the car park, being a good boy and having fun, some yummy mummy drives up in a Land Rover that she obviously can’t park. I moved Ben out of the way when I saw her trying to park but apparently that wasn’t enough for the busybody woman because she made a detour to tell me that “it’s a bit of a bad idea, letting him ride in a busy car park, don’t you think?” and looking at me like I’m some sort of moron for letting him do it. Idiot woman. I was so gobsmacked by the cheek of it that I couldn’t even come up with anything to say.
Current Mood: Enraged
Some thoughts about today
The English are completely useless when there is snow on the ground.
Uk trains are the laughingstock of Europe.
I need to pee rather badly, yet I would still kill for a cup of tea.