Brother Finger's new song

Brother Binky's poem about butter

THE YELLOW QUANDRY

Is butter good, or butter bad?

And what's the best I ever had?

A full fat block that's full of salt?

But then we're told that salt's at fault.

                                                   Unsalted butter looks the same,

But is this butter free from blame?

It still has fat and that's bad too,

Good fat, bad fat, I wish I knew,

Which one was best and safe to use,

Is margarine the better news?

I heard a fact regarding that,

Twas made for getting turkeys fat.

It's just like plastic, dead and cold,

Won't interest fly's and won't grow mould.

Dear butter God I'm on my knees,

Until you speak I'll just use cheese.,

Brother Biscuit-Banjo

I would like to share another passage from my favourite book, "Collagen of Species". A thought provoking take on our need to fit in.

. As I hung up the phone, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the fireplace. My hair looked a bit odd. I don't know if this is a universal issue, but I always think my hair looks a bit odd. It's never how I imagine it. The vision of my own hair in my head is so far removed from the reality confronting me in the mirror. Perhaps it's just something to do with mirrors, maybe the two dimensions of the mirrors surface can never truly represent the three dimensions in front of it. I don't really understand why I care what my hair looks like. I don't think of myself as a vain person. I certainly don't go out my way to buy designer clothes or expensive shoes. Of course I don't want to look stupid. But does that in itself show an element of vanity? Surely the most efficient thing would be to shave our hair off. No more washing hair, which means no more spending money on shampoo or conditioner. No need for hair dryers or product. No longer would we have to suffer the irritation of hair getting in our faces on a windy day, or having to brush it from our eyes when exiting a swimming pool. No one would have to worry about going grey or bald. It must be either vanity or the fear of being different which stops us all reaching for the sheers. I must admit, I am disinclined to remove my hair, though, whether it's down to my desire to fit in, vanity or simply attachment I'm not sure. Whether we like to admit it or not, it seems most of us on some level are worried about the way we look, another example of style over practicality. I suppose you could liken this to my previous point about God's nipples. Do God's need hair? This is surely more support for the theory of evolution, certainly a more and obtainable solution to the question, rather than trying to speculate the function of a deities hairstyle.