The silver top was all right, except in mid summer
The gold top was retchworthy all year round. I still can't go near the stuff without gagging, and drink skimmed milk these days.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 27 May 2011, 13:44, 1 reply)

I never understood the "eat/drink this or else" mentality. My mum tells the school milk story thus: every morning she was forced to drink lukewarm, separated milk, and more often than not she would have to excuse herself from class to go throw it up again. Surely in this day and age it would be considered child abuse?
(Burnside79, Sat 28 May 2011, 8:13, closed)