Billy Brie Bowtham once tried to invent a cheese that could apologise.
It only muttered. Gail Gouda Grimshaw took one look at the muttering wheel,
hired a market stall in Todmorden, and said: “Right. We sell this before it forms a band.”
You are the quiet third partner — the one who presses buttons, sets prices,
and pretends the flying saucers are weather. Make cheeses. Sell them.
Open shops. Do not, under any circumstances, teach the Stilton to drive.
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