MRSA? MRDA.

Sparked off by pbristow:

We are gradually and painfully absorbing the fact that people are neither completely good, nor completely evil, and that portraying them as such in a story is less than plausible. And yet the story we are being told about our food seems, on the face of it, just that implausible. There are "good" foods (vegetables, preferably raw) and "evil" foods (just about everything else) and all the "good" foods are nothing but good for us, and all the "evil" foods keep getting more and more scary stories told about them. I've been trying to think of a health scare story linked to carrots, or cabbage, or Brussels sprouts, and I can't. Red meat, on the other hand, just keeps getting them piled on. Cancer, heart disease, strokes, gods know what all. Now medical experts are apparently saying that bacon is what has given rise to MRSA, and not hospitals at all.

Well, they would say that, wouldn't they. :)

Point to ponder

It is a truth universally acknowledged that no-one will ever be in need of a writer.

Discuss, taking care to distinguish between "need" as we might externally perceive it from our civilised standpoint, and need as it would appear to people whose primary concern is survival.

I don't know how to shtop, I don't know how to shtop...

The porch is now cladded in pine, with a cupboard for the meter and some shelves for plants. The hall has similar cladding to about waist height by the front door, a shelf around the top for ornaments, and a set of bookshelves over the radiator. Tomorrow, gods willing, we shelve the California Suite. After that, who knows?

I'm put in mind of that episode of Strange with the evil possessed wood, which the main characters managed to chop up and burn without getting even one evil possessed splinter. As Henry Crun might have said, "You can't get the wood, you know...but sometimes the wood gets you..."

The title quote is, of course, from "Sir Sean Connery Sings Peter Gabriel."

EDIT: And yes, we have shelves. We noticed at once that they hadn't gone with the Countess's idea to leave a sufficient gap under the bottom one for people to sit on the bed, so some adjustments may be necessary when the layout has been tested (I almost wrote "trialed"; my English is irretrievably contaminated with management-speak); but hey, shelves. Jan now has big plans for (as near as I can make out) boxing in half the living room in wood. Presumably not evil possessed wood.