Not so much the food as the company
My Mum's graduation dinner at the South Bank, just after she'd collected her First. The meal was excellent, and I particularly liked the wild boar sausages. But it was the company: a vast flock of siblings, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews and nieces, LittleScars etc. We could have been eating sawdust and it would still rank as the most enjoyable time I've had with clothes on.

I look back with nostalgia, not least because one auntie would be dead in 6 months (cerebral haemorrhage) and my Dad, glowing with pride at Mum's achievement would be gone with 18 months.

Worst meal: most of the boarding school dinners. Inedible and/or insufficient
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Mon 30 May 2011, 11:07, 3 replies)

Just imagine how many lovely family memories you'd have if your parents had raised you themselves
rather than farming you out to a boarding school like an inconvenient pet.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 30 May 2011, 11:43, closed)

Who puts their pets in boarding school?
(f00l, Mon 30 May 2011, 13:03, closed)

People who want them to give their pets a rudimentary grasp of rhetoric.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 30 May 2011, 13:49, closed)