Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

sejintenej wrote:

soc wrote:The smell of the changing rooms after a rugby match was pretty potent but then so was RF!

Liver served up in dining hall was pretty powerful.

The smell of badly cooked tripe wafting from Peele Bridge to the sicker was indescribable. Remembering it makes me feel sick even now

The foul stench of well matured sweaty humanity in the tube was a distand second.

Stragely enough, I can't really associate smells with CH, but rather tastes - the salad dressing more-mustard-than-mayonnaise served in house in the summer, convent eggs, the strange bright red jam at break, and of course the peculiar CH tea...

although, now I try - the smell of the Chemistry lab, shoe-polish & damp smell of the cellar, and the incredible whiff from Fanny's sitting room...!

Euterpe13 wrote:Stragely enough, I can't really associate smells with CH, but rather tastes - the salad dressing more-mustard-than-mayonnaise served in house in the summer, convent eggs, the strange bright red jam at break, and of course the peculiar CH tea...

Convent eggs- there's a name from the past, quite forgotten that one. As to jam, in 6s we used to all it nondescript red muck, especially if it did not have any wooden chips masquerading as pips. I'm afraid that I still think of some jams as nondescript red muck!

Euterpe13 wrote:Stragely enough, I can't really associate smells with CH, but rather tastes - the salad dressing more-mustard-than-mayonnaise served in house in the summer, convent eggs, the strange bright red jam at break, and of course the peculiar CH tea...

although, now I try - the smell of the Chemistry lab, shoe-polish & damp smell of the cellar, and the incredible whiff from Fanny's sitting room...!

Well that was definitely her ciggies, I don't remember now what she smoked, but it was a lot and she had yellow fingers and front of her hair.

Can you imagine that now?

I must try convent eggs, my daughter would love them, she also likes Tesco value jam, the nearest I have ever found to the nondescript red muck we had at Hertford.

and the TEA, was a sort of greyish colour, not improved by being drunk out of dark green melamine mugs at high tea and Sunday breakfast.

For those who don't know each house had its own colour and our in-house mugs were in the house colour, as were our sports socks (after the white cotton ones fell apart) scarves and ties.

Convent eggs????

convent eggs = softish hardboiled eggs in a mornay sauce, then grated cheese on top and browned under the grill - lovely once you had mashed the eggs into the sauce !

Tea in green mugs - yes, it did give a very strange colour... but we drunk it anyway. Were you already in 2's , Mary, when we had the bread-eating competition ?

I haven't had proper fried bread since I left Hertford...

hmm... convent eggs do sound good!

Why "convent" though? Any idea?

Not a smell but a sound...
The signature tune from the TV show 'The Vicar of Dibley' takes me right back to the school chapel on a Sunday evening.
(Apologies for going OT)

Mrs C. wrote:hmm... convent eggs do sound good!

Why "convent" though? Any idea?

Presumably because the eggs were veiled?

Euterpe13 wrote:convent eggs = softish hardboiled eggs in a mornay sauce, then grated cheese on top and browned under the grill - lovely once you had mashed the eggs into the sauce !

Tea in green mugs - yes, it did give a very strange colour... but we drunk it anyway. Were you already in 2's , Mary, when we had the bread-eating competition ?

I haven't had proper fried bread since I left Hertford...

The bread-eating comp rings a faint bell, did Judy Furnival win?

Hertford fried bread was deep fried in bacon fat, then we put marmalade on it. the closest I have come is fried bread at a Little Chef.

SPRIM (?): For cleaning unmentionable stains from housey coats !

AND..................

Valve oil for trumpets, trombones etc. (Surprised RR didn't mention that !)

J.R. wrote:SPRIM (?): For cleaning unmentionable stains from housey coats !

AND..................

Valve oil for trumpets, trombones etc. (Surprised RR didn't mention that !)

Trombotine slide cream. Never used to sniff it much, though!

Shoe Polish.

Reminds me of shoe cleaning in the boot room.

The incredible smells eminating from the lav ends every morning after everyone had sprayed whatever they were using. That smell could damn near knock you off your feet sometimes

soc wrote:The incredible smells eminating from the lav ends every morning after everyone had sprayed whatever they were using. That smell could damn near knock you off your feet sometimes

Don't even go there, RR !!!!!