A whiff of english premium is in the air

I walked home from work today, happy of our recent success to supress gouda usage across Europe. Then a sudden smell hit me. Could it be?

I have to be honest, the smell got the better of me. I started running opposite of the direction i was walking towards. It led me to a delikatessen nearby and what i saw made me happy as a kid in a candystore.

GOOD OLD BRITISH CHEDDAR!

The taste brought back memories from distant lands filled with hope, where the people could govern themselves without foreign influence. A dream that all our people could sit, relax, have a bit of cheese and a pint of bitter.

One thing is for certain after this revelation, the cause of the United Kingdom will always be ours.

Ostmajoren, for cheese and country.