Whenever i hear "The Headmaster's Ritual" I think of the absolute turd who was our deputy head. At my aunt's funeral last year someone mentioned that he was there. I said "that **** would turn up at the opening of an envelope if he thought there was a free sandwich in it for him". Yep - he was stood right behind me.
Way I see it, all restaurants everywhere, have a lunch then dinner menu. Lunch is lunch and dinner can sometimes be tea. Lunch can never ever be dinner.
They're called luncheon vouchers, not dinner vouchers. You get luncheon meat, not dinner meat. Let's put this silly nonsense to bed once and for all.
Some peopl are referred to as "legends in their own lunch time" and not dinner time. Oh and I've also never heard anyone refer to "ladies who dinner" or "Linford's dinner box".
Except when served by dinner ladies. At school, at about one o clock. Ergo, THAT dinner is not a ****ing evening meal.
There's women who have dinner though. And if Linford was called Dave they'd have definitely called it Dave's dinner box.
No they're not. http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/dinner-ladies-teaching-assistants-fair-4259567 Another silly question, do you say scone sounding like gone or cone?
You wake up and break your fast (as in the first food you consume after sleep), and it does not matter what time of the day it is. One exception is the wedding breakfast, which derives from pre-Reformation times when the newlyweds would have fasted before the service in order to receive the sacrament of holy communion. Lunch means the second meal of the day - no matter the size of the meal and no matter what time of day it is. Dinner is the third meal. Fact. Some monkish orders would consume dinner as early as midday, yet this would still constitute their third meal of the day. Tea is to be consumed at 5pm on a Sunday (preferably with Bullseye or Super Gran on the TV) and consist of triangular-sandwiches and cakes, normally Battenberg, almond slices and Viennese whirls. A pervasive odour of roast dinner gases should hang in the air like a feculent miasma. Some lesser tribes, such as northerners, confuse tea with dinner, yet their ignorance is to be expected in this day and age.
For those of superior Saxon blood, supper is an augmentation of the daily quota - as in, 'That ham-salad did not fill me up, so I'm going to knock up a couple of egg sandwiches for supper.' With no exception possible, only utter ****s and people from Wigan will class dinner as supper.
Yesterday's eating was; Brunch at 12: bagel with crispy bacon fried egg and plastic cheese slice: Dinner: chicken roast, honey roasted parsnips, particularly good roast potatoes, cabbage, garlic and herb stuffing made using Cumberland sausage meat. supper: really gooey smelly Brie on sea salted crackers with salted butter and chilli jam. Tremendous it all was too.
