One last entry, as Schrodinger and his fucking equation are waiting.
When I was about 5, I would be served Weetabix for my breakfast. Fair enough you think. The thing is, it wasn't served with milk. It was made up with water into a sort of porridge-like gruel. Topped off with a sprinkling of sugar and a splash of sterilised milk. It's making me grimace just thinking about it.

But, Mrs Sandettie trumps that by a country mile.

As a very young child, she used to be served Corn Flakes done with hot water instead of cold milk. What made it even more gruesome was that it was always done with the last of the water in the kettle after the teapot was filled. The dregs of the kettle in a hard water area, replete with limescale flakes.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sat 28 May 2011, 0:46, 4 replies)

No milk
Apply a thick layer of that well known former milk substance called butter to the offending breakfast bix. Delicious (if you like butter)
(unclestinky, Sat 28 May 2011, 11:32, closed)

My Dad
used to eat dry Weetabix spread with strawberry jam. Twas delicious.

My mate used to eat a full (small) box of Weetabix (12 I think) in a big casserole dish with water straight from the hot tap (this was in the days when hot water was supplied from an open tank in the loft which was full of species unknown and dead pigeons...) and a fuckton of sugar. Fucking disgusting.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Tue 31 May 2011, 21:53, closed)

I take, and always have taken,
my cereal dry. I really, really hate milk.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sat 28 May 2011, 16:17, closed)

Its like Stips
bits of bread dipped in boiler water. My grandad claimed this was a "treat" when he was growing up - its only a few yars ago I realised he was pulling my leg
(placenta pug life, Tue 31 May 2011, 11:56, closed)