Complaint

Sir. I used to condemn the all - too - audible indigestive rumblings of one of my lecturers. but now I must regretfully confess that I fully understand the cause and sympathise with him on the subject of the aforesaid rumblings.

A recent evening's questionable culinary cafeteria masterpiece was unbelievably inundated with pepper in all of its elements and decidedly lukewarm. Above all, I was impressed by the magnificent portions—just enough to satisfy the cravings of the stomach and certainly enough to remind one of the presence therein of alien matter for some time to come.

Had there not been some species of circular object floating in the (soup) I believe that its colour, distinguishable only by the pepper which it contained in profuse quantities, would have Been camouflaged completely by the "white" surface of the bowl. The mutton required complete dissection of the bone (two thirds) and fat (one third) before the insignificant morsel of meat could be extracted (by that time it was stone-cold anyway). While the atmosphere was lugubrious, the immediate surroundings were dirty, greasy and cluttered to an extreme.

I have carefully persevered with cafeteria servings for some time, and I think could fairly claim to have sampled all the delights which it promises, but I now feel safe only when consuming the milk, on the assumption that its content hasn't altered during its journey from cow to can. If the only remedy is to raise prices, then let's see that done—or at least some action taken to bring the food up to edible standards.