It is a magnificent food, which quenches your thirst as it nourishes you. Designed to make a small cow double its weight every few weeks, it makes your bones strong and is packed full of goodies.
What Mrs T liberated us from was not milk, but rancid milk. As the capitalist dairies naturally persued their interests, they could maximise their profits by supplying old, rotten milk to schools, on the basis that no-one in those days would listen to whining children.
I can see what you mean. But it might have been the only hot meal for a fortnight, and you needed something to swig while waiting for the coffee to cool down. The coke was for the end with the bubbles to make you burp.
I am no expert on biological matters but assumed that it provided nutrients we weren't getting from the bottles of Merrydown Cider we drank of an evening in those days.
We used to get those at Nursery
That and a sweet on Fridays
10 characters? Pile of cund.