I like it when brands are brutally honest with their contents.

For example, Jolt Cola from the USA.



Their tagline in the 1980’s was:

All the Sugar and Twice the Caffeine!

I think it came out at a time when there was pushback against the rise of diet softdrinks and that whole California health craze led by Jane Fonda and her Workout video.
This fizzy drink wasn’t for the namby pamby fitness freak. This was for the super-sized crowd.

I hear they now make Diet Jolt. Eh?

Makes me think of Death cigarettes!

Spotted in M&S in Bromley this afternoon.

"Ayrshire Cheddar" produce of "Lockerbie Creamery".

At least this time both places exist. Ayrshire has a long coast on the Firth of Clyde and is probably known best for its Open Golf Courses at Prestwick, Troon and Turnberry.

Lockerbie Creamery also exists - but as its website declares, Lockerbie Creamery is tucked away in the beautiful green fields of the Annan Valley in Dumfries and Galloway.

Is this another example of cynical marketing with an illusory but deceptively warm-ish associations, or have the M&S guys and gals got to get out more often with an up-to-date map.

It's a bit like local estate agents saying SE23 is Dulwich borders or Hornimans.

LOL. They would probably claim that is just the name of the creamery.

"Ayrshire Cheddar" is an oxymoron in my book anyway. This is a cheese that has become far removed from its origins. The best is still to had in Somerset.

This post was last modified: 17-03-2012 11:54 AM by lacb.

Ah that maybe, but cheddar is to cheese as hoover is to vacuuming.

If you consider stealing the word cheddar as being an oxymoronic crime of which the Scots are guilty, that is not the worst thing we do to cheese.

My London born partner was horrified when on her first visit to a Scots supermarket she saw Scots Cheddar on the shelf that was coloured orange. I think this idiosyncrasy only manifests itself for Northern Irish and Scottish consumption.

Bear in mind that the land of the deep-fried-mars-bar also brought you cheese on chips.

This post was last modified: 17-03-2012 01:38 PM by jgdoherty.

I think it's just Scotland that has orange cheddar. Being from Norn Iron myself, I dont remember ever seeing an orange cheese there that wasn't a Red Leicester. In my four years of living in Edinburgh, I never quite got used to the orange cheddar.

I bow to the wisdom of the Norn Iron Lady herself.

Red Leicester ? - wassat ?

Tut, tut. See here.

As we proud Leicestrians know, our county is also the home of another fine English cheese, Stilton (named after the village in Huntingdonshire where it was first sold, at the coaching inn on the Great North Road). My father told me that it was invented by a Mrs Orton (of Little Dalby - see here), who he hoped was an ancestor.

Toot-toot too.

So it's just the same as orange coloured Scots Cheddar then - only you cannot put it on chips ?

I do trust that your familial connections earned you suitably large shed loads of inheritable wealth.

And for the avoidance of confusion, Red Clydeside was not and is not a Scottish Cheddar.

This post was last modified: 17-03-2012 10:40 PM by jgdoherty.

• Tabasco sauce isn't made in Tabasco either.
• Loseley Ice Cream isn't made on the Loseley estate in Somerset, it's made in a factory in Wales (although the Yoghurt is).
• HP sauce isn't made in the Houses of Parliament.
• Guinness isn't just made in Ireland.
• Do you really care that Uncle Ben is made up or that Dr Kellog isn't? Or that Quaker Oats have got nothing to do with Quakers or the person on the box is fictional?

It's interesting to know.

Uncle Ben aint real?

Next you'll tell us that Father Christmas doesn't exist. What has the world come to?

He isn't? I demand a refund.

We have him for tea every week. Now I'm wondering who we're really inviting into the house.

He is a member of a Club I belong to. I often have a drink with him. But he wants to remain incognito. Obviously, he is very busy at Christmas time.

He used to go to the Blythe Hill Tavern. I haven't seen him recently but what with the world population burgeoning, he's probably very busy

I reckon he has taken a summertime job working as Uncle Ben. With the economy being down and all, he's probably grateful for the extra dough, I mean rice.

Sounds like my dads been busy (he doesn't know I know he's santa yet).

I had no idea he was in London so often, I'm only down the road from Forest Hill and he didn't even pop in for a cup of tea.

No more mince pies and milk for him.

Hrmmph!

"In a Night at the Opera", the Marx Brothers got it right:

"You can't fool me! There ain't no Sanity Claus!"