The Beatles
The Rolling Stones
Tony Hancock
Monty Python
David Bowie
A quite healthy British film industry
A football team that won the World Cup
& lots more.

Andrew Oldham likes to tell the story of how he discovered the Rolling Stones. He used to go to his mothers in Hampstead for Sunday lunch. After that there was nothing to do. Therefore he got on the North London Line to Richmond, walked straight into the Station Hotel, saw the Rolling Stones and signed them. Nowadays he would have stayed home and played on the Wii.

grumpy and talentless. I need the on tap entertainment!

presumably post 1982 and the trick is hot hot fat and let your batter stand for a while before you use it.

the pubs were only open for short times on a Sunday and there were only 4 TV channels, there were plenty of people who resented these intrusions and wished it was like it was back in the 1890's. And then back in the 1890's...

and

Blue Rondo a la Turk
Modern Romance
Jim Davidson
Love Thy Neighbour
On the Buses
Rising Damp The Movie
Hazel Dean
Stock, Aitken and Waterman

..maybe it was different outside Preston.

..for the Yorkshire Pudding tip though. That's lunch decided.

Lashings of butter and sugar. Lovely jubbly

I quite miss Sundays of old, in some ways I still think shops should close, although I appreciate for some people, Sunday shopping is useful. The Sunday night "dread" of returning to work still surfaces about antique roadshow time now and again too. I think if you're single, Sundays can be a lonely day of the week. (Reaches for violin and tissues). But Sunday mornings are time for classical music, jazz favourites, reflection on the week gone and the week ahead and poached eggs after an hour at the gym.

Sunday mornings were different. It was the creeping dread that set in mid afternoon with the nihilistic terror of Space 1999 and steadily intensified as evening approached, bringing with it the terrible curse of

.....God I loved that theme tune, took years till I managed to get a best of Mountain CD. Love 'Nantucket Sleighride.' Superb.

Oh, the ennui...

http://open.spotify.com/track/2J7Zjvj4KZYwzOmPF8ePI9

It's just Sunday evening
so what's with this sinking feeling?
I must have done one of these
at least a thousand times before
maybe more

It never stops raining
there isn't much point complaining
tomorrow will turn up soon
and then it's back to work for you
or whatever it is that you do

It's one of those washed-out days
let's face it, there isn't much on
except Songs of Praise
it's just Sunday evening
it's just Sunday evening

It's still Sunday evening
I've had more than enough, I'm leaving
I'm tired of it never ending
so it's off to bed for me
and tomorrow, well maybe we'll see

It's one of those washed-out days
let's face it, there isn't much on
except Songs of Praise
it's just Sunday evening
it's just Sunday evening

I hope that it's over soon.

(no YouTube link unfortunately but for spotifiers: http://open.spotify.com/track/3quWuYMw3uqePgcuht0W7j )

Hated Sunday - Black Box Recorder

Close the windows, draw the blinds
I can't stand it if the sun shines
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Disturbing pictures on the news
Distant wars but they won't touch you
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Your mother calls, she's alright
Your sister calls, she's in hospital

Honouring politician dead
Car found parked on Beachy Head
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay

Hated Sunday

Sunday night, time stands still
One last drag, it still feels like school
Tomorrow
Hated Sunday

Your mother calls, she's alright
Your brother calls, he wants money

Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday
Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay

I remember 3 channels and pubs opening 12-2 and in some parts of North Wales they didn't even open on Sundays. We did have soccer highlights from 2 till 3 usually Leicester vs Someone.And John Player Sunday Cricket (40 Overs).

in the 80's listening to this from the 50's

summed these Sundays up in Sunday Afternoon At Home, albeit in the 1950s rather than 70s/80s.

when Sunday lunchtimes meant Two (and sometimes Three or Four) Way Family favourites and those requests from and for loved ones at BFPO Akrotiri or Cologne etc and the weekly outing for Carole King's See You In September. There was also The Clitheroe Kid.
Then in the evening it was enduring Sing Something feckin' Simple.
When I was bit older it meant tuning in at 4 for Pick Of The Pops - not 'arf!

Thunderbirds on at Sunday lunchtime, Out Of Town with Jack hargreaves and The Big Match with Brian Moore.

and Bonanza. What would Lorne Greene have made of Al Swearengen?

Bad back means I'm sitting watching live cricket in my own home for the first time in years - IPL on ITV4.

At the Kings Head Theatre and Pub in Islington where even in the 80s they still listed the prices in old money.

Gerald Sinstadt's voice still gives me a Pavlovian desire for my mums roast dinner and a hint of disappointment that Space 1999 is no longer on. Don't miss the subbuteo rows with my brother though.

That Jess Yates now makes Mark Owen look like a little choirboy.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jess_Yates

Sundays in the 70s went like this:

Out of bed early to catch the one or two children's programmes on BBC1. The first would be a short thing for pre-schoolers, usually either The Mr. Men or something presented by the oddly named Christopher Lillicrap. This would be followed by a long religious kid show such as The Sunday Gang, which we only watched to catch the 3 minutes of sillyness. The rest of the BBC1 morning schedule consisted of adult education, programmes for Asian viewers and other such bores. BBC2 would be off air, and ITV was religion and farming until noon.

By the time dad had recovered from his night out at the pub/social club, we'd usually get into the car to visit relatives about 40 to 60 minutes away. The journey in the Morris Minor / Vauxhall Viva would be accompanied by Jimmy Savile OBE's Double Top Ten show, and we would arrive at our destination just as the show was finishing.

There would then follow several hours of boredom, as my parents gabbled away. If we visited the small town my mother came from, there was at least a newsagents open and cafe to visit, and a park, but if we went elsewhere we'd be stuck out on an unfamiliar housing estate with nothing to do other than stare at the walls. If a TV came on it would only be for the dire Stars On Sunday.

The journey back would be accompanied by the Top 20/30/40 rundown on the radio.

.....this thread has inspired me to check another old Sunday favourite. Jack Hargreaves Out of Town. Just love that theme music.