When I was an inmate at the Chorlton Grammar Approved School and Facility for the Rehabilitation of Insane Teachers we had some really weird school dinners. One was fat with a few small pieces of beef (possibly) attached to it. Probably sold to Manchester CC by Louis Edwards. This came with the unique boiled potatoes peculiar to that place, the taste of which made me literally retch. What the fuck they did with those potatoes I will never know - perhaps they pissed on them - but I have never tasted anything like it before or since. I thank God for that mercy. For years after I would only eat chips. It took my wife to persuade me to try to eat mashed potatoes again, and I was astonished to find that normal mashed potatoes are actually lovely.