
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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instead of just at this one establishment.
( , Mon 3 May 2010, 9:46, 1 reply)

...there was actually only one place nearby that served jacket potatoes.
That OK by you?
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