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Post by VanWoman84 on Oct 25, 2020 23:36:07 GMT
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Post by bernie on Oct 26, 2020 6:03:31 GMT
SBS sent to a tanker near Isle of Wight when some stowaways started getting stroppy. cabinet minister defends governments decision not to extend free meals for kids Brendon Lewis tory tosser Brandon Lewis made a good point on the Andrew Marr show yesterday morning. School meals are not under the control of central Government they are controlled by the local authority and its up to them to decide.
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Post by bigbear67 on Oct 26, 2020 8:12:44 GMT
This is the same government that has the power to lock everyone down instantly at their whim? Bunch of buck passing greedy bastards. Bet something would be done instantly if they thought they were gonna lose their subsidised fucking commons restaurant....😡
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Post by lonewolf on Oct 26, 2020 9:25:01 GMT
who is more responsible for feeding the kids? the government be it national or local or the parents? if people cant afford to feed kids they shouldnt have them, no free school meals in my day my parents had to pay, no payment =no school meal.
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Post by VanWoman84 on Oct 26, 2020 9:56:21 GMT
who is more responsible for feeding the kids? the government be it national or local or the parents? if people cant afford to feed kids they shouldnt have them, no free school meals in my day my parents had to pay, no payment =no school meal. The responsibility to a child is at least 18 years. So, when it's born you have a partner and both have jobs. Ten years later one parent is part time and the other is made redundant. A lot can happen in ten years. Is it better for the parents to seek help or put the child in care because they can't afford the food?
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Post by lonewolf on Oct 26, 2020 9:58:19 GMT
my mother was a stay at home mum, dad worked, only one income coming into that house yet I was always well fed. go figure!! mind you we didnt have widescreen tvs, ours was black and white and rented, no mobile phones, no computers, we didnt even have a freezer until I left home, no foreign holidays, different priorities I guess. my parents never got benefits either.
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Post by VanWoman84 on Oct 26, 2020 10:35:15 GMT
Different times. My mum didn't work either. Dad was disabled, he worked until I was school age, then was made redundant. Due to his disability, he never worked again, not from the lack of trying. In the 60s and 70s there was no legal obligation to give disabled workers a chance. So we were poor. We were the last ones in our street to get a TV. We never went hungry, but often heard "we can't afford it" for all sorts of things from holidays to schools shoes. We lived off benefits. Dad hated it, but there was no choice. Dad died when I was 12, possibly due to exposure to chemicals in industry. Mum was technically a single parent on benefits. We never went hungry though....
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Post by lonewolf on Oct 26, 2020 10:39:37 GMT
exactly, back then when kids were told "no" or "we cant afford it" we accepted it, nowadays its all down to pester power. eventually in the 1960s Dad and I worked for the same firm, when I was earning £5 per week he was earning £10 per week, I know that for a fact because I did the wages payroll! things were tight back then, but we didnt complain. people nowadays have it so much better, free school meals! we got free milk at breaktime I remember that, little one third of a pint bottles, school was always freezing though and quite often so was the milk.
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Post by valdez on Oct 26, 2020 22:07:54 GMT
i can remember them little bottles of milk they always seemed to put ours next to the radiaters as for free school meals all school meals should be free they have found money for war that have nothing to do with us so feed the kids instead
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Post by fenrisulfr on Oct 26, 2020 22:48:42 GMT
They were gills if I remember rightly, winter great but summer when hot were fn aweful so like the clued-up lads, knicked one before classtime when they were still drinkable. I used to have more than one as they came in galvanised crates which the millk monitor had to lug round the classrooms and not everyone took one.
In those days milk came in proper glass bottles with an inch of cream in the pinters unlike the sanitised shit that is dished out today and if you were lucky enough to get it straight from the farm without poxy pasteurisation it was superb. Only ever once tried it straight from the udder and got kicked for my trouble.
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Post by valdez on Oct 26, 2020 22:50:41 GMT
talking of school milk was it MRS Thatcher who stopped it
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Post by fenrisulfr on Oct 26, 2020 23:14:38 GMT
talking of school milk was it MRS Thatcher who stopped it
That was so wrong unlike the polltax which was so right. It still fn annoys me that I get hit as a single pensioner the same poxy rate as some turd with a family of six for living in my own bricks.
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Post by cornishharry on Oct 27, 2020 1:45:56 GMT
as a kid i was encouraged to forage it helped the family budget some call it poaching and scrumping i call it surviving sloes sold to plymouth gin company primroses to covent garden flower market there were buyers for these on a sunday at the local railway station shellfish from the estuary, the odd salmon to the back door of the fishmongers, school bass cooked over an open fire, fried eel wild duck caught with an old fishing net. pidgeon pie, rabbit stew, tickled trout. we also had a house pig, dad would get a young porker and we would feed it up on scraps whey from cream making corn gleaned from the fields windfall fruit scrounged or scrumped plus his corn meal then come november it would be butchered and every bit would be eaten that could be, pigs trotters brawn, seldom seen nowadays as a teenager i had a punt gun 8 bore black powder once got 33 widgeon with one shot. apples were stored in straw likewise spuds, mother pickled or salted vegetables in rows of old glass sweet jars, we ate pretty well but actual cash was a rarity
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Post by fenrisulfr on Oct 27, 2020 7:24:20 GMT
as a kid i was encouraged to forage it helped the family budget some call it poaching and scrumping i call it surviving sloes sold to plymouth gin company primroses to covent garden flower market there were buyers for these on a sunday at the local railway station shellfish from the estuary, the odd salmon to the back door of the fishmongers, school bass cooked over an open fire, fried eel wild duck caught with an old fishing net. pidgeon pie, rabbit stew, tickled trout. we also had a house pig, dad would get a young porker and we would feed it up on scraps whey from cream making corn gleaned from the fields windfall fruit scrounged or scrumped plus his corn meal then come november it would be butchered and every bit would be eaten that could be, pigs trotters brawn, seldom seen nowadays as a teenager i had a punt gun 8 bore black powder once got 33 widgeon with one shot. apples were stored in straw likewise spuds, mother pickled or salted vegetables in rows of old glass sweet jars, we ate pretty well but actual cash was a rarity Home made brawn, haslet and chawl with HP sauce were regular as a kid but couldn't stand tripe. Also dripping which was far tastier than Blue Band marg which was vile.
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Post by VanWoman84 on Oct 27, 2020 9:36:01 GMT
I have heard of brawn and haslet but not chawl. What's that fenrisulfr?
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