Make Wednesday great again

Photo by o.mabelly

Perhaps in lieu of the toxic fug that haunted our childhoods on the Mersey estuary, the local authorities saw fit to grant us youngsters a few hours’ R&R every Wednesday morning.

This was back in the 1990s.

And when I say ‘respite’, what I actually mean is a filthy game of rugby in biting cold winds, during Mr Buckton’s double P.E at the comprehensive school I attended. But at least it was…