What you used to do on Sundays

[Moctezuma]

Since the advent of the internet/computers the acreage of spare meandering time Sundays used to throw up are now more or less occupied easily. Plus as an adult there is a degree of volition as to what you can do with your time on Sundays.

 

However as a kid my parents used to coerce my brother and I to go to all sorts of clubs and stuff to fill up the Sunday afternoon void.

 

The usual running order of the day was as follows:

 

Transworld Sport/Football Italia on Channel 4- Excellent

Church in the morning- ugh

Bacon Breakfast (late) or Sunday Lunch

Having to go see doddery aging relatives/Being dragged to some club or activity I wasn't particularly bothered with

Homework- Jesus, what a pish way to end the weekend

 

I think this diet of activities indoctrinated me to hate Sundays something I've carried for evermore. That and the fact the day carries around the impending doom of school/work.

 

Anyone else remember what their 'day of rest' consisted of before posting rubbish endlessly/watching a sports team?

[Jenson]

Lie in, Sunday dinner, homework, bath, Bullseye (and then as I got older Spitting Image).

[Fugitive]

Sunday league match at 10am

Home for my roast dinner

Football italia

Out with my mates for a few hours

Tele for a bit

The sound of Heartbeat on the tele signalling that School is in the morning and the fear setting in.

[KMD7]

Mass, footy, tea then do the dreaded homework before bed

[Bjornebye]

Footy, Fry-up, bath, go to me nan and grandads farm in Cronton, play out, big roast dinner, home , heartbeat, bed. 

 

Nowadays it depends on Saturdays excursions but a lot of nut scratching and watching the unmentionable goes on. When I was with my ex I we used to take the dog out for the afternoon, nice walk then a pub lunch. I miss those days more than any other. 

[Pureblood]

Can't beat a bit o' Bully on a Sunday.

[Tony Moanero]

Seldom bothered doing homework. Always had a roast dinner with steamed pudding and custard for afters, Bullseye, bath before bedtime.

[Captain Turdseye]

Low level anti-social behaviour.

[ZonkoVille77]

Play footy morning, home and a bath.

Lunch and then visit to grans. Football with my cousins there and swap panini stickers. Home then, see mates for a few hours then a bit of TV before bedtime. I kind of keep the same routine now somewhat except for the panini stickers.

 

Routine

Routine

Routine

[Pureblood]

Sunday is for computer and video games, bacon sandwiches and Bully.  

 

In the cricket season it's for cricket. 

[Fugitive]

Can’t remember getting much homework from school. It was a fucking awful school though and I don’t think they cared. I was in the top sets and even they were like a fucking zoo.

[Champ]

Did everyone have a bath on Sunday evenings? And when did people stop having baths?

 

I have memories from different stages of growing up. Trips to relatives (my grandma made the best Sunday lunch and tea ever) which were replaced by drives out in the afternoon when we moved to Scotland. And The Golden Shot. I loved that. And then tea and bath and my mum drying my hair in front of the gas fire in the living room followed by whatever the serial was on a Sunday evening. The Onedin Line, Poldark, The Brothers.

 

And then just loads of homework as I got older.

 

And that sick feeling at the end of the afternoon when you knew it was just a procession back to school in the morning

 

I hated those Sundays.

 

Maybe Sundays are meant for adults. I love Sundays now. Maybe a lie in. Maybe a bike ride and coffee. Bit of gardening. Sport on the telly. Clean sheets. Nice dinner. A gin and glass of wine. You get the drift

[Anny Road]

Did everyone have a bath on Sunday evenings? And when did people stop having baths?

I have memories from different stages of growing up. Trips to relatives (my grandma made the best Sunday lunch and tea ever) which were replaced by drives out in the afternoon when we moved to Scotland. And The Golden Shot. I loved that. And then tea and bath and my mum drying my hair in front of the gas fire in the living room followed by whatever the serial was on a Sunday evening. The Onedin Line, Poldark, The Brothers.

And then just loads of homework as I got older.

And that sick feeling at the end of the afternoon when you knew it was just a procession back to school in the morning

I hated those Sundays.

Maybe Sundays are meant for adults. I love Sundays now. Maybe a lie in. Maybe a bike ride and coffee. Bit of gardening. Sport on the telly. Clean sheets. Nice dinner. A gin and glass of wine. You get the drift

Worst was having to use the bath 2nd hand. How minging does that seem now.

[Bob]

Frantically try to find my football kit and hope it was washed, find my boots and scrape all the mud off them and throw a bit of polish on so I didn’t get fined, go to footie and stand idly by as an unused sub until half time, have a kick about second half with other unused, get the last 10 minutes, go home at watch the Italian match, have Sunday lunch, watch some shit tv with the family, remember I had homework to do and frantically finish it before bed.

[Strontium]

My Sunday routine changed quite a bit throughout my childhood.

 

When I attended Scouts, we had to go to church once a month. I don't think anyone enjoyed that, but it helped them fill a half-empty church 10 times a year.

 

For a few years I would play Sunday league f**tb*ll for a Jewish f**tb*ll team.

 

Later on Sundays seemed to more often involve posting leaflets for my mum and dad, followed by bagels and strudel for lunch. I enjoyed the second part much more.

[TheHowieLama]

stand idly by as an unused sub until half time, have a kick about second half with other unused

Repped - honest Bob.

[Tony Moanero]

Fond memories of watching this at teatime on Sundays.

 

[Tony Moanero]

And taping the top 40.

[Bob]

Fond memories of watching this at teatime on Sundays.

 

Very much yes.

[Bob]

And taping the top 40.

Before a gentle spot of backbreaking yourself in the bollocks?

[Brownie]

Italian Footy, Formula 1, out playing footy with mates and then home for a Roast Dinner.

[RJ Fan club]

Get up with a hangover about 6:30, greet my Dad who would was usually up earlier than me and peeling the veg

 

Have bacon sandwich and get sent to the shop for the Sunday rag which I would read with a brew.

 

Get down Buckley Hill or where ever for an early

Kick off

 

Back for around 1-2, F1 or Footy on telly

 

Roast dinner

 

Shite telly, Supergran, Metal Mickey, the Love Boat or Mr Majika etc

 

Sandwiches, Pack of family circle Biscuits shared out, fruit cocktail and a bottle of Pop

 

More shite telly, and get my stuff for school sorted, always seemed to have double games on a Monday so had to clean my boots and find my PE kit. Phone Dave and copy his Maths homework

[Juniper]

Normally a Kick-around in the morning followed by Football Italia and a roast dinner in the afternoon.

 

Bliss

[Dave D]

Some great memories invoked by above posts.

 

I played in a footy league at 13yrs/14yrs old that kicked off at 2:15pm so morning was spent walking around my house in my kit, picked up at 130, play footy, back home for roast,which I never really appreciated, play football with my he-man figures on lounge floor and maybe the Barnes/Beardsley inspired Liverpool would be on the TV- commentated by Brian Moore. 

 

If I was really lucky and it was around Christmas, Eric Bristow might be playing Jockey Wilson or John Lowe in the lakeside final.    .

 

Bath and hair wash (we didnt have a shower so had to use a jug. Often sharing bath water with 2 brothers. Tape the charts, watch bullseye (amazed at the amount of people on here that watched heartbeat!), watch one foot in the grave and then bed in my A-Team duvet dreaming about several girls in my school year that I intended to get off with!  

[Champ]

When my son was little a Sunday roast became known as a Heartbeat tea