where's my list
As an unsuspecting child I was fed brawn. For those who've never met this stuff, its the brain of a sheep, boiled for a life time and smelling of ...... Have to leave that one there. Oh yeah, nowdays of course we have CJD, and the sheep version of BSE is called Scrapie or something . Oh well I will just have to wait and see which gets me first, the heart attack from the health scare or my slow painful brain filling with holes type of death while dribbling like an imbecile . . cheers mum n dad.

Next on the childhood horrors list.. ready for it ? ...tripe, again boiled to death with potatoes. I remember vividly the moment I stepped through the front door of the house and the smell of boiled pigs guts assailed me, followed instantly by the burning sensation of bile as it forced its way up from my stomach and through my nostrils thankfully clearing the smell, although I would have happily turned around and left the room given the chance. . Ugh, instant vomit.

Thinking about it, my mum had a major pig thing going on at one point, Christ, I’ve seen pigs trotters being singed over the gas hob to burn the hair off prior to again being boiled to mrs beatons age old recipe; an hour of boiling for every year of life or something. Just the look of trotters in butchers or Chinese supermarkets gets me glancing around for something to unload into.

I also recall opening the pot one day tempted by an interesting bacon smell . After the vast bacon clouds of steam had cleared I was confronted by an entire pigs head bobbing about in the boiling water, complete with partially detached floating eye ball. Strangely that one didn’t make me upchuck. I fished the eye ball out wrapped it in my hanky and took it took school next day. Got confiscated in the first lesson (barely lasted an hour it was that much fun) teacher stuck it in her draw without looking at it and forgot about it. Until about three days later when it really started minging.
(lastingdamage, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 19:46, Reply)