I was eating cheese a few moments ago when I was struck by the memory of a rather bizarre conversation which took place in a Reading kitchen. We were cooking some kind of vegetarian pasta gumbo thing when John asked me which strength of cheese I preferred. I answered: five. The kitchen went very quiet... concerned looks were exchanged. Apparently the best they'd managed was a measley four and that was Tim being brave.
Now look! I'm all about the six! Bow before me!