Team Cheese?

[dargorygel]

Anyone interested in an exciting game of team cheese?
1. Swiss

[CaptainFritz28]

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack

[damo666]

@darg I think you'll find the traditional Swiss opening fundamentally flawed. It's full of holes!

[Jamiet99uk]

@darg I think you'll find the traditional Swiss opening fundamentally flawed. It's full of holes!

[Spartaculous]

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack
3. Rook - e4

[dargorygel]

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack
3. Rook - e4

That, while not technically in the spirit of this game... is a cheesy move.

[dargorygel]

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack
3. Rook - e4
4. Goat

[dargorygel]

I was watching the Netfarce series: "The Queen's Grommit" and am thinking about what sort of cheese the Queen would eat with Grommit.

[DougJoe]

I was watching the Netfarce series: "The Queen's Grommit" and am thinking about what sort of cheese the Queen would eat with Grommit.

Wensleydale!

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack
3. Rook - e4
4. Goat
5. Wensleydale

[BrianBaru]

@darg I think you'll find the traditional Swiss opening fundamentally flawed. It's full of holes!
I always thought the Swiss was a Gouda opening. Really grate.

[damo666]

@darg I think you'll find the traditional Swiss opening fundamentally flawed. It's full of holes!
I always thought the Swiss was a Gouda opening. Really grate.

It must be played Caerphilly.

[JustAGuyNamedWill]

1. Swiss
2. Pepper Jack
3. Rook - e4
4. Goat
5. Wensleydale
6. Monterrey Jack

[Wattsthematter]

Wanted to bump this up

[Jamiet99uk]

Wanted to bump this up

Are you a bot?

Bumping a thread that was posted in 3 minutes prior?

Not necessary.

[Wattsthematter]

Wanted to bump this up

Are you a bot?

Bumping a thread that was posted in 3 minutes prior?

Not necessary.

I was referencing my own post in the Team Chess thread

[Jamiet99uk]

Wanted to bump this up

Are you a bot?

Bumping a thread that was posted in 3 minutes prior?

Not necessary.

I was referencing my own post in the Team Chess thread

Ahaha, but this is the Team Cheese thread.

[dargorygel]

Wanted to bump this up

Are you a bot?

Bumping a thread that was posted in 3 minutes prior?

Not necessary.

I was referencing my own post in the Team Chess thread

Team chess us a cheap ripoff of THIS thread

[BrianBaru]

The Castle at E4 is now surrounded by a nice Moat-zarella.
I’m really fondue this thread, it’s ‘un-brie-lievable’!

[JustAGuyNamedWill]

All these jokes I can’t

[Spartaculous]

My forthcoming work in five volumes, “The Neglect of Cheese in European Literature,” is a work of such unprecedented and laborious detail that it is doubtful if I shall live to finish it. Some overflowings from such a fountain of information may therefore be permitted to sprinkle these pages. I cannot yet wholly explain the neglect to which I refer. Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. Virgil, if I remember right, refers to it several times, but with too much Roman restraint. He does not let himself go on cheese. The only other poet I can think of just now who seems to have had some sensibility on the point was the nameless author of the nursery rhyme which says: “If all the trees were bread and cheese” — which is, indeed a rich and gigantic vision of the higher gluttony. If all the trees were bread and cheese there would be considerable deforestation in any part of England where I was living. Wild and wide woodlands would reel and fade before me as rapidly as they ran after Orpheus. Except Virgil and this anonymous rhymer, I can recall no verse about cheese. Yet it has every quality which we require in exalted poetry. It is a short, strong word; it rhymes to “breeze” and “seas” (an essential point); that it is emphatic in sound is admitted even by the civilisation of the modern cities. For their citizens, with no apparent intention except emphasis, will often say, “Cheese it!” or even “Quite the cheese.” The substance itself is imaginative. It is ancient — sometimes in the individual case, always in the type and custom. It is simple, being directly derived from milk, which is one of the ancestral drinks, not lightly to be corrupted with soda-water. You know, I hope (though I myself have only just thought of it), that the four rivers of Eden were milk, water, wine, and ale. Aerated waters only appeared after the Fall.

But cheese has another quality, which is also the very soul of song. Once in endeavouring to lecture in several places at once, I made an eccentric journey across England, a journey of so irregular and even illogical shape that it necessitated my having lunch on four successive days in four roadside inns in four different counties. In each inn they had nothing but bread and cheese; nor can I imagine why a man should want more than bread and cheese, if he can get enough of it. In each inn the cheese was good; and in each inn it was different. There was a noble Wensleydale cheese in Yorkshire, a Cheshire cheese in Cheshire, and so on. Now, it is just here that true poetic civilisation differs from that paltry and mechanical civilisation which holds us all in bondage. Bad customs are universal and rigid, like modern militarism. Good customs are universal and varied, like native chivalry and self-defence. Both the good and bad civilisation cover us as with a canopy, and protect us from all that is outside. But a good civilisation spreads over us freely like a tree, varying and yielding because it is alive. A bad civilisation stands up and sticks out above us like an umbrella — artificial, mathematical in shape; not merely universal, but uniform....

When I had done my pilgrimage in the four wayside public-houses I reached one of the great northern cities, and there I proceeded, with great rapidity and complete inconsistency, to a large and elaborate restaurant, where I knew I could get many other things besides bread and cheese. I could get that also, however; or at least I expected to get it; but I was sharply reminded that I had entered Babylon, and left England behind. The waiter brought me cheese, indeed, but cheese cut up into contemptibly small pieces; and it is the awful fact that, instead of Christian bread, he brought me biscuits. Biscuits — to one who had eaten the cheese of four great countrysides! Biscuits — to one who had proved anew for himself the sanctity of the ancient wedding between cheese and bread! I addressed the waiter in warm and moving terms. I asked him who he was that he should put asunder those whom Humanity had joined. I asked him if he did not feel, as an artist, that a solid but yielding substance like cheese went naturally with a solid, yielding substance like bread; to eat it off biscuits is like eating it off slates. I asked him if, when he said his prayers, he was so supercilious as to pray for his daily biscuits. He gave me generally to understand that he was only obeying a custom of Modern Society. I have therefore resolved to raise my voice, not against the waiter, but against Modern Society, for this huge and unparalleled modern wrong.