Western Mail, Thursday 20 April 1933, page 2
The tucker at Parkhouse camp, in Blighty, was not dished out with a too liberal hand, and Nugget was always on his feet when the Orderly Officer came around, complaining of the quantity, and quality of the meat.
"How did you find the meat to-day, Neale?" the digger was asked on one occasion.
"Oh, quite easy, sir," replied Nugget, "I just mopped up the gravy with me bit o' bread, and there it was - fair in the centre of the plate!"