It was the summer of 1987...
...when I was around 10 and my brother 8. Mum had to go into hospital for a week with lady problems. This meant, for the first time ever, my Dad had to cook us Sunday lunch. His attempt consisted of a tin of mushy peas, packet mash potato with way too much liquid in it and a tin of steak in gravy. Essentially the plate consisted of green goop, white goop and brown goop which all met to form some kind of wacky edible tie dye effect. We ate pizza for the rest of the week.
( The only Dave is pushing things forward, Fri 27 May 2011, 18:14, Reply)