I think I first managed the full 8 slices at a Pizza Hut night for, appropriately enough, my year 8 cohort. I was a bit of a latecomer to being a total guts compared to my friends
Less than two years later, Mum would give me and my best friend the cash to buy the two large pizzas special from the pizzeria around the corner from our place and then sigh when we'd wolf them down and complain we were still hungry
Reasonable, one large pizza is an appropriate adult serving of pizza. Actually large, not like those “large” things Domino’s sells. And you were growing lads, you’d need more.
My best mate was basically the definition of the stereotypical teenage male who will eat you out of house and home. Mum learnt that if he was staying over, buy a couple of big bunches of bananas because he'd just sit there and chomp through them
My disgusting teenage breakfast for at least some of year 11–12, which I considered a delicacy, was to spread honey AND Marmite on the same slice of Weetbix. I discovered this from spreading them on separate slices and realising the cross-contamination on the knife was delicious
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