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| The breakfast diary, 1976. |
We all have diaries for Christmas. Or at least, we all have done at one time or another. I've never kept one beyond January. The only exception to this was my 1976 Puffin Reader's Diary, which I wrote in every day up until, er, let me see...February 5th.
Okay, not very impressive. However, looking back on it now, the most interesting aspect is that I wrote down what I had to eat every day for a month. I feel I must share this information with the world, so here goes...
Two typical days in the life of an 11-year-old in 1976:
Thursday 15th January
Err...What happened today? Oh yes! I remember! Our class had a sudden craze for Kinger in the playground. I did some painting. A Lowry type, Mr Perkins says. 17 days since the Berge Istra sank.
Breakfast: Rice Krispies
Lunch: Salad
Dinner: Beefburgers and spaghetti.
Friday 16th January
Had a bomb scare at our school. But it turned out to be a hoax. The police came, searched all our bags and confirmed it to be a hoax.
Brekky: G.N.* & grapefruit
Lunch: Spaghetti on toast
Dinner: Chips, pork rashers, bacon, p. egg
* = Golden Nuggets
Our class had sudden crazes most days. I think Kinger was a form of British bulldog. I was never quick enough to reach the other end of the playground without being caught. We seemed to have a bomb scare most weeks as well. I suspect it was just a ruse by one of the teachers to get outside and have a break from teaching the smelly children for 20 minutes.
My next task is to gather all the meal information together and present it in the form of a pie chart.
Two typical days in the life of an 11-year-old in 1976:
Thursday 15th January
Err...What happened today? Oh yes! I remember! Our class had a sudden craze for Kinger in the playground. I did some painting. A Lowry type, Mr Perkins says. 17 days since the Berge Istra sank.
Breakfast: Rice Krispies
Lunch: Salad
Dinner: Beefburgers and spaghetti.
Friday 16th January
Had a bomb scare at our school. But it turned out to be a hoax. The police came, searched all our bags and confirmed it to be a hoax.
Brekky: G.N.* & grapefruit
Lunch: Spaghetti on toast
Dinner: Chips, pork rashers, bacon, p. egg
* = Golden Nuggets
Our class had sudden crazes most days. I think Kinger was a form of British bulldog. I was never quick enough to reach the other end of the playground without being caught. We seemed to have a bomb scare most weeks as well. I suspect it was just a ruse by one of the teachers to get outside and have a break from teaching the smelly children for 20 minutes.
My next task is to gather all the meal information together and present it in the form of a pie chart.
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