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Midday 'til 2pm for pubs. Newsagents open alright. But yes it could be a boring day. I remember a load of us leaving the Pav at 2pm and going to play football over the Scrubs unlike sensible folk that played in the morning and went to the Pav at midday.
Yeah, last orders at 2pm, stagger out squinting in the sunlight but...home for Mums Sunday roast, the Big Match, then Nicky Horne's American football round up, though I sometimes succumbed to ...
So, unless I was drinking local, not really that much time to kill until opening.
I worked in Leith docks Edinburgh in the early 70's in the heavy crane industry, as I recall pubs never opened Sunday dinnertime, you had to get to a hotel sharpish as hotel bars In Scotland were allowed to open for one Hour only, It was the same In Wales when I was working in Powys one hour only in a hotel bar.
There were corner shops back then but shut all day Sundays.
Pubs in Newbury called The Catharine Wheel and the Bricklayers Arms where you could get a 'lock In' at most closing times.
Couldn't tell you what was on the TV back then on a Sunday, probably the same as now (shit).
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
What's sad is, all the beautiful south sea islands are perpetually locked down on pain of eternal Hellfire and damnation every Sunday, thanks to those evil lying missionaries brainwashing and manipulating all the locals with their wicked bulls!t. To think of how idyllic those places were before the religious psychos reached them and how they've been totally ruined now is a real tragedy.
What's sad is, all the beautiful south sea islands are perpetually locked down on pain of eternal Hellfire and damnation every Sunday, thanks to those evil lying missionaries brainwashing and manipulating all the locals with their wicked bulls!t. To think of how idyllic those places were before the religious psychos reached them and how they've been totally ruined now is a real tragedy.
Ah Willy. What a legend! He'd allow anything and you'd never know if he was for or against it because the profanities flew either way. Never met anyone that swore so much. Literally fcúking every cnùting other wà kning word!
The Mailcoach was our pregame venue of choice mainly due to the Willy show but never ever made it there post game! Whitehorse was always the closest place to start drowning the postmatch sorrows!
Get up at 9.30 & off to play football (kick off 10.30). In the pub till 2.00pm (the best session of the week). Go home & take the tasteless dried up roast out of the oven & eat it in front of the telesision.
The Big Match, Danger Man(?) & Please Sir. Drive to my gran's for Sunday tea, Sunday Evening service at the parish church & finish up back in my local OR a family visit (including uncles, aunts, cousins) to a village pub.
Get up at 9.30 & off to play football (kick off 10.30). In the pub till 2.00pm (the best session of the week). Go home & take the tasteless dried up roast out of the oven & eat it in front of the telesision.
The Big Match, Danger Man(?) & Please Sir. Drive to my gran's for Sunday tea, Sunday Evening service at the parish church & finish up back in my local OR a family visit (including uncles, aunts, cousins) to a village pub.
Back to work on the Monday for a rest!
1970s TV = Thunderbirds followed by the Big Match... maybe Open All Hours early evening?... that was about it on a Sunday
Complete opposite for me. All night working to get the existing show at The Palladium into vans for storage and unloading and rigging scenery for the ATV Sunday night show Next was rehearsals then actual show and then loading back into lorries. Back at 9AM Monday to reset existing show.
Get up at 9.30 & off to play football (kick off 10.30). In the pub till 2.00pm (the best session of the week). Go home & take the tasteless dried up roast out of the oven & eat it in front of the telesision.
The Big Match, Danger Man(?) & Please Sir. Drive to my gran's for Sunday tea, Sunday Evening service at the parish church & finish up back in my local OR a family visit (including uncles, aunts, cousins) to a village pub.
Back to work on the Monday for a rest!
Love this post - it’s like listening to one side of a Kinks album.
Sundays on summer holidays in Ireland were the worst. My brother and I would literally sit around on a Sunday morning for about 300 hours waiting for the church bells to ring at midday.
This meant the ammusment arcade was now open as far as we were concerned, and off we'd go to play and pacman, space invaders, and defender for hours on end.
As a young teenager was always out Football for a team or over the park or on the Green come rain or shine.
Underage 16/(17) drinking in the Greyhound FPR watching the strippers, the Mail Coach and playing pool in the evening, other pubs around the green 18 onwards
Sunday dinner the big match and some of the others mentioned
Only boring if you were a girl wanting to go shopping, my sisters hated Sundays. they had to do the cooking with Mum and clean the home and scream a lot.
The test of the week wasn’t much better. Pubs shut at 3pm to 5pm. 1988 it changed.
Pretty sure it came in on a Friday. I remember taking a day off work with my mates so we could “celebrate” by drinking all day. Pubs still shut at 11pm though.
The test of the week wasn’t much better. Pubs shut at 3pm to 5pm. 1988 it changed.
Well this turned out to be a crap bloody Sunday, I've just opened a tub of Waitrose soft scoop raspberry ripple that I bought for the Grandchildren when they visit and the bloody stuff is anything but soft scoop it's bloody rock hard and frozen solid, took me almost 5 minutes to get some of it out and into the bowl, and another thing when you scrape the top off there is hardly any raspberry ripple beneath the top!!! hardly what you would call ripple.
Office of Fair Trading will be hearing from me tomorrow.
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
1970s TV = Thunderbirds followed by the Big Match... maybe Open All Hours early evening?... that was about it on a Sunday
Captain Scarlett before The Big Match and Hawaii 5 O in the evening with some Cracker Barrel cheese ( black wrapper) and Ritz biscuits. Sunday was great.
Yeah, last orders at 2pm, stagger out squinting in the sunlight but...home for Mums Sunday roast, the Big Match, then Nicky Horne's American football round up, though I sometimes succumbed to ...
So, unless I was drinking local, not really that much time to kill until opening.
That's the perfect Sunday, or was. Shops shut on a Sunday was the best thing of the lot then.
Get up at 9.30 & off to play football (kick off 10.30). In the pub till 2.00pm (the best session of the week). Go home & take the tasteless dried up roast out of the oven & eat it in front of the telesision.
The Big Match, Danger Man(?) & Please Sir. Drive to my gran's for Sunday tea, Sunday Evening service at the parish church & finish up back in my local OR a family visit (including uncles, aunts, cousins) to a village pub.
Back to work on the Monday for a rest!
Sounds like my Sundays. Up with a hangover for Sunday morning footie, Wembley CSA in the Hayes & District League (some choice oppos as you can imagine), back to the club for a few, DRIVE home, dinner, Big Match, kip, St. John’s at Wembley Triangle for an evening sesh as they had a liberal view of the licensing laws, bed, work Monday. I don’t remember not having a hangover at work on a Monday morning!!
The thing was Sunday was Sunday. It was bloody different!. So was Saturday with the 92 all in action at 3pm, unless there was someone like Southend that played on a Friday night.
Monday to Friday were, pretty much, the same but the weekends were very different.
Now every day is virtually the same, especially during covid!
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