I loved school milk, I was a milk monitor. In the infant school we had malt and cod liver oil all from the same big spoon. I opted out because I had Virol each morning really it was because David Hargreaves always had candles running from his nose and I didn't want any of that. My mum was upset one day she rang me to say that an big man with a turban had just come out of our old house, 'he must be living there' I told her the place was teeming with them now good job we'd moved. Things were much simpler then, happy memories of some things, whip and top, skipping songs, snake belts for lads. White
ankle socks and gas tar do not mix. Sherbert dabs and tiger nuts.