Our school didn't have a dining room so we all had to traipse round to a nissen hut type building for our dinner. It was about ten minutes walk from the school. We didn't go in a crocodile walk, we were just expected to make our own way there......and back. We often used to wander off and go and play in the park. That would never happen today.
Bertrum, I'll have you know that I was a very fair table monitor. I saved the biggest piece for the snotty nosed, shoeless child. Can't just recall his name. I know it began with B though.
The only time ever that my mother went to complain at school was when the Head had poked me in the back until I ate some milk pudding, apparently I was sick all night.
One gruesome memory was driving to school through a rough Leeds estate and seeing a dog's head by the road, 'Mince for dinner today' said a car-share wag and sure enough, it was.
I`ve got quite bad memories of school dinners. We had a nasty headmistress who had a policy that the kids had to eat all of their food. She bullied the dinner lady into enforcing that rule. I was 32 years of age before I ate another salad and my diet was completely screwed.
I used to love the cabbage we had.
We also had that rhyme, slightly different.
Slabadabba custard, green snot pie,
All mixed together with a dead dogs eye,
Slap it on a butty, nice and thick,
Then swill it down with a cup of cold sick.