It was always lunch and tea in my house growing up. Except on Sunday when it was Dinner and we generally had Supper instead of tea on a Sunday, which was often bread and dripping.
Growing up it was always breakfast, dinner and then your tea later on. Supper if you were a good lad. Clip round the lug if you weren't. I don't know of any mates who had it different to be honest. Maybe if you were posh or trying to be posh. But Queens English is supposed to be Breakfast, Lunch, and then Dinner isn't it. But I'm no southern softie so that's a no from me. What next, voting Tory?
This is game set and match by the way Confirmation that anything else, you need that clip round the lug I was on about.
I changed when I moved to Scotland as a kid. Nobody calls it tea up there! Same thing happened with mam and mum. Still call her mam but talk about her as mum. Never even noticed myself changing. It's weird how language works.
63. Suspect most of the older posters on here would have been brought up by parents who had lived through food rationing during World War 2 and our diets in the early years were heavily influenced by that. Remember having to eat liver and onions at least once a week and still can't touch the stuff now. My first pair of football boots looked something like this: please log in to view this image Studs were nailed in and the nails used to come through the soles so you ended up with 6 little holes in the bottom of your foot.
Nowt wrong with liver and onions like, won’t be long before that makes a comeback Can’t say the same for bread and dripping though
I love liver shish kebap. Have it in turkey a lot. It's dirt cheap and they season is so well. That and 6 Tuborg Gold makes a love tea.
That's what they used to call hob nail boots I assume. And liver and onions is feckin bangin. Being a slightly later generation than yourself, my parents were born a few years post war, so still had rationing, and my it took my dad years to grow out of it, and he didn't until years later than he actually could buy real food. Hence I remember in the 80s, his favourite trick to make the tomato sauce last longer was to fill it up with milk when it was half empty, and mix it into some pink gunge, which was as feckin horrible as it sounds. Also he used to feed my sister bread and butter with sugar on it, which was equally gruesome.
We used to get bread and butter with sugar on when we were little as well. It was a treat in our house.
Aye, we ad it tough. When ah were lad, we used to ave bread and butter with sugar, but without the butter or sugar - or bread
My Grandma used to swear by that for sore throats, so to me it was only ever medicine. Bit of a wake up call when I finally had to take proper cough medicine!
My dad swore by hot toddy’s. Probably why I’m a borderline alcoholic. They worked though. I still make them now if I’m loaded with cold/sore throat.
