I never had brawn, although I'd have eaten it if offered. We ate anything and everything that was put in front of us, no likes and dislikes then. Growing up in Toxteth was hard, we were always hungry. Skinny little street rats, blue jeans washed and scrubbed almost white. Toes kicked out of our shoes, because every lad you came across had a footie under his arm. You'd bump into another gang of lads and just start playing.
The food was scarce and crap, the smog from burning coal was always in the air, but we were fit, really fit. Never stopped running and playing footie, from morning till dark. I reckon I could have run across snow without leaving a footprint, I weighed nothing and was so light on my feet.
Say what you like, but now we're in our 60's/70's, that upbringing did us no harm at all. I've never been seriously ill, and........gasp.....urrrrgh......👻