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
Weâd 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 situationâŠhis dinner money coffers must have been seriously depleted
It was a weekâs skiing holiday, several different central London schools were involved, the fella on the right became my buddy, I canât even remember his name now. In retrospect it was incredibly well organised. We were at liberty use the facilities in the hotel. The bar was one of our favourite haunts, coke and crisps galore! Weâd hang around the town and chat to the local Austrian kids. Of course the subject of girls cropped up, âDo you have birds?â one young lad asked. He obviously hadnât been on a school journey to England! After dealing with a couple of bouts of homesickness it became such a liberating and eye opening experience for someone who had just turned eleven!
That must have been an enlightening experience, at such a young age Chilli. Brilliant!
I remember there being a school journey once, for a week, for a Geography project but I didnât go, being an only child my parents were very protective! I always went on the end of year day trips to Margate , and of course, being in London, we were often taken to visits to museums. We must have seen them all, during all my school years. We went to London zoo more than once, I remember.
Oh, I forgot one particular secondary school memory - our âUpper Schoolâ building was located in the street where Gary Kemp lived at the time. I think you all know who he is. We saw him a few times ,when we used to pop out to the sweet-shop at break time, but were too shy to ask for an autograph! How silly of us when I think about it now!
Oh, yes, we also used to sneak out at lunchtime, just to go for a wander, especially the nearby park, where weâd spend lunchtime swinging away.
My school memories, on the whole, are really great!
Couldnât afford tp go on the Mediterranean Cruise, still, no worries, probably would have forgotten about it by now anyway.
More importantly, havenât forgotten about what poverty looks like
Thinking then that you went to school in Islington Rose? The museum trips were terrific werenât they?
My school was in Fitzrovia W1âŠFoley Street to be precise.
It was unusual in that the junior playground was on the roof in the shadow of The Post Office Tower. One of the kids who lived very close by narrowly escaped death when a hefty chunk of debris smashed through her bedroom ceiling when the IRA planted their bomb in the very early seventies.
Thatâs how a gang of us got to Rome with Sid the Latin teacher. By rail through France,Switzerland and Italy.I enjoyed the train journey as much as the destination.Fresh croissants for breakfast.I could never look at a slice of Mothers Pride again.
Apart from flying home from Germany in a military aircraft as a mere babe when my dad left the army the Austria trip was the first time Iâd really flown. It might seem a bit silly by todayâs standards but it was profoundly exciting. I dreamt of flying for weeks afterwards⊠seriously!
I always went on the end of year day trips to Margate 
, and of course, being in London, we were often taken to visits to museums. We must have seen them all, during all my school years. We went to London zoo more than once, I remember.
