The first time my Mum served tripe and onions my Dad told me a very believable story about how they were racing car tyres (specially collected and sliced up by his chief mechanic) cooked in milk. I had one bite and went to throw up. Never been near the stuff since.
When the GPO used to have an engineer working down a hole in the pavement they'd erect a sort of red & white striped tent over the hole. For years my father had me believing that that's where Stoke City players lived.
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