Yes! Awful. I think it’s still a thing at schools? So ridiculous that you have to wear a specific colour of knickers. And why? Because they know they’re going to end up on display! Why didn’t they just make the skirts longer?? Or let them wear shorts!
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They didn’t let us girls wear shorts back in the day, and they still don’t at one of my daughter’s schools either. So archaic!
It’s silly they still do the navy knickers thing at schools. So old fashioned. I propose a far more sensible option: ban all knickers on sports day altogether.
Shall I put this to the Prime Minister? 
- No knickers at all!
- Keep the girls’ knickers on!
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What a sensible, thoughtful proposal Frank. So considerate!
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Goodness sake Frank, I’d never seen a poll on here so accidentally clicked an option and it won’t let me change it 
Great topic! I used to get roped (excuse the pun) into doing the tug of war despite being titchy. I think because I kept my head down to avoid all of the other competitive sports, the teachers would eventually force me into doing at least one! The pressure of doing sport in front of the whole school though…I don’t know how professional stars do it!
The only memories I have at being at school is extremely bad ones. I was glad when I left and never looked back.
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Sorry to hear that Graham. School’s not a lot of fun for a lot of people. Makes me sad so many young people even today have a miserable time there and I’m not really sure what can be done!
The local Catholic girls school practice hockey and netball on the fields and pitches near my house. If that law passes I think me and my pub pals will make the effort to start watching all of their matches!
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At an all boys Junior School.
The only female teacher was Alsace German speaking. PT. Cruella.
Very Hirsute under the armpits. Who tucked her short skirt into her Knickers.
Cross by how we were not being attentive enough to the actual purpose.
Would angerly Steam off UP a fire escape ladder.
20 Rascals, rushing Under the ladder, peering UP.
An shouting. “Donner und Blitzen” .A phrase she frequently used. 
At risk of dropping knickers what about school dinners?
I hated Wednesdays with a passion, Wednesdays were salad days 
I’m going back to the late sixties now but any child caught dumping their bunny food in the scraps bowl was duly reported to the headmaster by the attending dinner lady.
Mrs Gates was ruthless! Can’t stand salad to this very day!
I wonder if those dinner ladies wore salad green knickers on a Wednesday 
Guess I’ll never know, probably better that way! 
Yes school dinners is a great topic!
That’s so harsh that they did that! I was a packed lunch gal, so weirdly I used to get envious as I ate my sad sandwiches and got the scent of everyone else’s dinner floating through the playground. I mean it was probably horsemeat looking back, but still!
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I think the sixth form girls would be onto you straight away, but you’d have a lot of very naive Year 9s and Year 10s who would be ever so flattered that all the local oldies were coming out to watch their matches! 
“Funny, the old men didn’t cheer when I scored a goal, but they went wild when I did a celebratory cartwheel…”
The Odours of Steam cooked Vegetables, have been “The Bane of Life”. Since Day One. As Shallow as that may sound.
Rationing and Dads Marrows in the garden.
Being Sunday Lunch.
School dinners. For Others.
With Cruella Dinner lady enforcing compliance with a clip around the ear.
Years trawling the 40oC Mango swamps of Malaysia and Borneo.
And all to recently.
Being asked to consider buying an Old Peoples Apartment. Tested Twice. The veggie Stink in the corridors. “VomitVille.”
Thanks but NO Thanks.
I’ll stick wiff my very own Timeline, since school.
Secret recipe for ‘Daddy Burgers’. In a sweaty Kitchen.
Believe it or not but true. I was the, 100 yd sprint champion out of 11 colleges. Now at 80 years old waddling down the road takes half a hour and that is only 50yds long
Our knickers were Grey and came upto your waist.
Sports Day, my Mum won the Egg and Spoon Race.
School dinners were excellent, not like today.
Give me horsemeat over salad anytime!
When we reached the ripe old age of eleven in secondary school we just wandered off the premises at lunch time and scoffed chips, burgers etc to our hearts content 
We’d even venture as far as Jo Lyons in The Kings Road.
There was a lovely lady who would allow us extra portions of chips for the asking price, we clubed together and bought her a little present if my memory serves me well when she retired.
For dessert a quarter of American hard gums might set you back 10p!
Happy days until the headmaster got wind of the situation…his dinner money coffers must have been seriously depleted 
My school was so rough, we had javelin catching on our sports days…
Depends if other folks are dishing out a miserable time or if one’s self inflicting 