Bought by Mrs B on holiday last week:
Daughter number one started the big school today.
It seems that teachers are no longer feared ogres in black cloaks with severe personality and psychiatric problems, carrying instruments of torture. Dark sarcasm in the classroom (c. Pink Floyd) has given way to touchy feely understanding and empathy.
In the eaterie, brisket beef, cauliflower and cheese, beef olives, lamb chops, stewed cabbage, synthetic mash, diced carrots and the like have given way to baked potato,pizza, chilli, a selection of pastas and salads and fecking panninis if you please!!
I think most of the kids quite enjoy the food at school now.
No nipping down to the City Bakeries van for a half V (hollowed out French loaf) and crisps.
Or down to Ella’s shop for a “single” costing one and a half pence (including match)
Not that I ever did that of course – oh no!
Secondary school in the 70’s was a repository for chalk, carbolic soap, the belt, bunking slips, flares, platform soles, hair, graffiti,wooden desks with stuff carved on them, sour milk, the aforementioned half Vs and crisps, ice poles and Bazooka Joes.
Why did all the “heid the ba’s” come from the outlying districts?
And what was that smell?