We have a man in our life
who's awfully handy with a knife
He cuts, bones and fillets with such skill
he never stands for a minute still.
He wears his boater with such pride
he is testosterone personified
He listens, teases and spins a yarn
but he never ever means any harm.
He is the hardest worker that I know
that is why we all love him so.
So if your poison it be meat
he's the man that's hard to beat.
Friday, 7 September 2007
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Real old fashioned butchers are a dying breed round here we used to have 8 and are now down to two. Nice to see you about again Mousie, we miss you.
Toady
you have a special place in your heart for your butcher, haven't you? All I can think when I think of butchers is That Smell, of blood drenched sawdust. Our butcher seems more and more taken up with photography - the windows are full of it and you have to fight past the brochures to get to the false turf laid with plump bangers. And he closes earlier and earlier, presumably to rummage in his dark room. Mind you, he was fool enough to buy a Wheaten, brother of Lolly, so perhaps he's having a little lie down.
I have always had a strange fascination with butchers shops and when small would look for appropriate stones to use as cuts of meat. It is a shame as Toady says they are a dying breed but lets hope the tide is turning as even I a die hard internet shopper pn the past am changing, especially as being down to one child during the week makes it easier to go OUT shopping.
Excellent. Our local butcher sells only local produce and makes an absolute mint. He has an "Arkwright" till in his shop and the customers love him. They come from all over everywhere to buy his stock. And I mean everywhere. World wide.
Crystal xx
Oh yes indeedy. One of my very early childhood memories was of the butcher next door to my nan and grandad in Castle Cary. Claude....but he was a gentle soul, not remotely testosterone-fuelled...I used to stare at the cleavers in grim fascination. We too are lucky to have a good buther's - and one too in the next small town so there can be good rivalry....
Cor blimey I remember when our village butcher wore a boater!!Thank you for reminding me of that, I can see him now. Nice to see you again mousie and on such good form!!!Promsie you are not popping in in pasing we all miss you here!!
I think I really get the point
He sells an excellent Sunday joint.
Next time you're going to the shops
Stop by and buy his meaty chops
As to his sausages I'm sure
A girl will always want some more.
From piggy snout to oxen tail
If meat you want, he'll never fail.
Hellooooo Mousie . . .big Hug . .
Our butcher in the village closed down. He said he couldn't even buy in the meat for the price that Tesco were retailing it. Big loss to the village. We now have a butchers van which comes to the village on a Tuesday and a Friday afternoon.
Well once a girl has as many killer heels and diamonds as you Mousie the next string to your bow needs to be a personal butcher, personal trainers being so passé and Heather Mills. So lovely to see you back reclining on that divine sofa of yours.
I well remember the butchers of my childhood, yes, boaters, and always a chair for my Grandmother to sit on while she gave her order!
I'll have to have a butcher's at him next time I'm passing through Earl Soham! (sorry couldn't resist!) We have a pretty good one here too, they're gold dudst aren't they. Hope you got my email. We do miss you!
Would Mark ever forgive me if I even loitered anywhere else - I do find these Suffolk Butchers have that special twinkle in their eye -definatley lady killers in disguise. Mark gave me SUCH a rolicking when I admitted to having gone to Jimmy's Farm....saying that I only had to ask and he'd give me "anything you want guurl" with a very naughty wink!
No such thing as an independent butcher out here. It sounds like a fine cultural experience, though, to visit one!
So glad to hear from you Mousie - you've been missed.
We have one of those too...can't beat them, what a shame supermarkets are threatening their existence.
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