What is going to happen to the 'UAW Cat' now that there is an East Cheshire and a West Cheshire? Will he have to align himself geographically on the library shelves?

Was reliably informed by man on Radio 4 that "There is no need to make such a fuss - Cheshire still exists" of course he didn't mention cats as such and he seemed a bit cross.

Perhaps there are now 3 cats, each with 3 lives.

One thing is certain. There will be no extra cash in the kitty.

What of the cheeses? Will there be an East Chesire Cheese and a mid Chesire cheese and a West Chesire cheese?

How will they be differentiated?

Who will care?

Wonders at bunyip's cavalier attitude to local government changes half a planet away.
Reminds him of fundamental interconnectedness of all things with specific reference to butterflies flapping wings and cheese counters.

Oh no, you mentioned the cheese counters!

<hides under desk>

We're all in danger now!

<tempts ES out from under desk with pretty butterfly and promise of certificate>

It's all right we'll just revert to plan A: push CR out with his pointy stick whilst we all hide behind the wall.

I'm also surprised by Geg's own "cavalier" attitude to the cheese dilemma raised by Bunyip. It won't just stop in Cheshire you know - will we have to have North Cheddar and South Cheddar; Central Gorgonzola and a little bit each-way Gorganzola; Swiss with N/S oriented holes and Swisswith E/W holes; West Edam and Who-Gives-Edam? and countless other problemos.

The cheese situation here seems to be in melt down.

Hey what have I done, I didn't start the whole pointy stick thing, I'm just a Scape-Bunny.

As far as regional distinction go I don't think you can go past "Packenham Upper".

Upper and Lower Slaughter?

Cheddar is safe: it is a process not a district. Well it is a district but not as far as cheese is concerned.

I don't know who let the cheese decide, but now that it has got all uppity and decided to live wherever it wants, I would say "hard cheese" but it already is.

I went to England and gorged myself at Cheddar.

By the quantum interconnectedness of things once differentiation sets in it cannot be stopped. All one can hope for is that the differentiation is fractal in nature so that no matter how much chocolate one has eaten there is still the same proportions left.

But what of Yorkshire pudding?

30 years ago it was bad news to have West German measels in eastern Germany.

OI! Rabbit! leave my town outa this! Also, leave out the C :P

Oops, no intention to cause offence. I thought that it didn't look quite right when I wrote it!

Hey, I can't say too much being a product of a Swindon and Frankston upbringing!

Ah, Franga, the punchline to every australian joke.

Just a thought-
if we eat the cheese & chocolate, we won't have to count it...

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If we eat the cheese & chocolate we'll still have to count it as calories.

Try out multiple partitioning with opposing directions, like Ost-Westfalen (East Westphalia), wich really exists (in contrast to its alleged capital, Bielefeld).

Eastphalia, naturally, is somwhere completely different. In fact, there are two: one in former West Germany around Hildesheim, one in the East at Halberstadt. Westphalie is used as a generic term, and there are (yet) no North- or Southphalia, only North Westphalia.

Interesting link there Prinz. I like places that don't exist.

During WWII the town of Oaklands (NSW) housed a fairly large ammunition supply dump (all the underground store-rooms are still there) and the town was removed from maps for security reasons. The logic seems to have been that an invading force would most likely pop into a newsagent and buy itself a road map to see how to get to the known ammo-dump but be completely stumped by this tricky Aussie ruse.

Many of these maps were reprinted for ages after the war without reinserting Oaklands into its rightful spot. Many can still be seen, still hung up on the walls of various bush service stations in the district. Asking the proprietor to show me how to get to Oaklands on the map used to be one of my favourite past-times when I was doing a fair bit of driving as part of the job in the mid-80s.

The town of Cookardinia (near Wagga Wagga), on the other hand, is now little more than an intersection and a Bush Fire Brigade shed in the middle of nowhere but it is still boldly marked on maps - usually and unfortunately as "Cockardinia": no wonder everyone up and left. I don't know when it was abandoned or where they all went, except for the likelihood that it was certainly not to Oaklands - there's no way they could have found it.

I lived in Bielefeld for a week!