What do you remember about Sunday mornings when you were younger, not that I think I'm that old of course....
I remember going to Sunday market, either Chapel St in Islington or Brick Lane in the East end with my dad, he knew the appel donut man in Chapel St as he used to go to school with him and I'd get free donuts.
The Sunday afternoon, all the shops'd be closed, we'd rush to the sweet shop before 2pm and get 1/4 of sweets to sit and watch the afternoon film with mum & dad.......
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Sunday Mornings... When I were a nipper ..
My dad used to listen to the weekly catch-up of The Archers on Radio 4 and we'd have a fried breakfast while it was on. That was followed by a play, or The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy (which I loved!).
Afternoons often consisted of watching a film, eating home-made popcorn, while mum did the ironing.
Dinner was always a roast. Then a bath before bed (whether it was needed or not :shock: )
Afternoons often consisted of watching a film, eating home-made popcorn, while mum did the ironing.
Dinner was always a roast. Then a bath before bed (whether it was needed or not :shock: )
Master of Sex
Sunday morning when i was a nipper was one of getting out of bed and getting dressed and having to go to church.
And no i didnt have a choice in the matter neither.
And no i didnt have a choice in the matter neither.
My parents would read the broadsheets in bed and when they were finished I'd be called in to go to the local newsagent for more papers.
I had to repeat the list continuously on the walk to the shops so I wouldn't forget it and I can still do it: "The Mirror, The People, The News of the World and twenty Benson and Hedges"
I had to repeat the list continuously on the walk to the shops so I wouldn't forget it and I can still do it: "The Mirror, The People, The News of the World and twenty Benson and Hedges"
Sex God
Getting up at about 4 am (wish I could do that now without conking out by 3pm) and sitting downsatirs watching Open University programs.
There was one about topology and had animations about surfaces morphing into new shapes and one clled Biology Form and Function which had film of all sorts of animals and insects and how they worked. Loads about classical history and architecture and stuff.
Bearing in mind this was the early '70s it was pretty good stuff.
There was one about topology and had animations about surfaces morphing into new shapes and one clled Biology Form and Function which had film of all sorts of animals and insects and how they worked. Loads about classical history and architecture and stuff.
Bearing in mind this was the early '70s it was pretty good stuff.
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Getting up at about 4 am (wish I could do that now without conking out by 3pm) and sitting downsatirs watching Open University programs.
There was one about topology and had animations about surfaces morphing into new shapes and one clled Biology Form and Function which had film of all sorts of animals and insects and how they worked. Loads about classical history and architecture and stuff.
Bearing in mind this was the early '70s it was pretty good stuff.
I had to watch lots of those on video for my degree. No matter how interesting I found the subject, I could not stay awake through a whole program. If I'd got up at 4 in the morning I'd have been asleep again by 4:30. Great for insomniacs, but I was meant to be learning from them.
Sex God
In common with you Mrs G , me old fella would often take us to Either East Street or Petticoat Lane and scout for dubious bargains, on the way home we would stop at the Pride of London where i would wait in the garden with a pinapple juice and a bag of cheese and onion while me Dad did 'a bit of business' inside for an hour. Then we would stop outside at the fish stall and get a pint of prawns, winkles and mussels to take home for Sunday tea that evening. When we reached home my Ma would have the Stylistics album or perhaps Diana Ross on full blast over the sound of her hoovering. The smell of roasting beef would fill the house while I sat with my Nan and a bowl of vinegar and a pin, taking the winkles out of the shells ready for tea.
Ooooh, I'd forgotten the fish stall outside the pub of a Sunday and us geting shell fish for tea, getting the winkles out of their shells, no change there then .....lol although I used a sewing needle to do it with the shell fish lol
And then a shell fish tea with bread and butter ... Mmmmm
And then a shell fish tea with bread and butter ... Mmmmm
Sex God
Sunday morning when I was a kid? Church.
First thing on a Sunday we used to walk miles with my uncle and our dog, she used to love to rabbit, or go to the local club and watch whippet racing. Then back home for lunch, roast beef and all the trimmings, apple pie or trifle for after. We never watched tv on Sunday, we had the radiogram on, either just for radio 1 which was pretty damned good in those days, you could not miss the Top Twenty on a Sunday night, or we`d have all the K-Tel albums playing, and me and my sister would sing and dance to the songs. Sunday tea time was cold meat, pickles and salad and then bathtime for school, or just for the fact that it was Sunday 
A simple life but soooooo enjoyable
A simple life but soooooo enjoyable
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What do you remember about Sunday mornings when you were younger, not that I think I'm that old of course....
I remember going to Sunday market, either Chapel St in Islington or Brick Lane in the East end with my dad, he knew the appel donut man in Chapel St as he used to go to school with him and I'd get free donuts.
The Sunday afternoon, all the shops'd be closed, we'd rush to the sweet shop before 2pm and get 1/4 of sweets to sit and watch the afternoon film with mum & dad.......
Yes, I remember the apple fritter man at Chapel St market. He used to pour the batter into what looked like upturned metal oyster shells. Then put in bits of apple and plunge the whole lot into a bubbling vat of...I don't like to think what. He pulled them after a while and gave them a good dose of caster sugar. Then you could spend the rest of the day recovering from a badly burnt mouth and fingers!
Just across the way from him was a stall that used to sell glasses of soft drinks. I had my first glass of Sarspreller (?) there.
Got separated from my aunt up there once and there was a lamp post where lost kids were usually placed and could be reunited with their folks. I was sobbing my heart out thinking I was lost forever when the fruiterer who owned the fruit stall next to the lamp post lifted me up onto an orange box and gave me a huge apple. Kind man.
My overriding memories of Sunday mornings are going to visit my gran for Sunday lunch. Her windows would be streaming with condensation from all the pots and pans bubbling away. I would sit and read Oor Wullie and the Broons in the Sunday Post whilst Two Way Family Favourites played on the radio, followed by the likes of the Clitheroe Kid and Round the Horn. After the roast there would be rice pudding with a lovely brown skin and glasses of Tizer and Dandelion and Burdock.
Almost seems like another life
Almost seems like another life
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Sarspreller (?)
Sarsparilla, or sometimes sarsaparilla. Vile.
Happy to help :P
:karaoke:
...What could be wetter or damper
than to sit on a picnic hamper
Sipping a Sarsparella
underneath a leaky umbrella?
If the rain’s got to fall,
let it fall on Thursday, Saturday,
Friday, any day but my day
Sunday’s the day when it’s got to be fine
‘Cause that’s when I’m meeting my girl...
Sex God
Sunday school 
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As I got further into my teens I did a Sunday paper round then waitressed in the local pub at lunchtimes. I also had babysitting jobs Thursday, Friday, Saturday & Sunday nights
With the weekly paper round I did I was rather well paid for a teenager
ops: As I got further into my teens I did a Sunday paper round then waitressed in the local pub at lunchtimes. I also had babysitting jobs Thursday, Friday, Saturday & Sunday nights
With the weekly paper round I did I was rather well paid for a teenager
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Are the lines from your own pen or from elsewhere?
It's "If the rain's got to fall" from Half a Sixpence. It's the only song I know that has the word sarsparilla in it.
You appear to live fairly close: happy to sing it for you if you can find a musician to accompany me ;)
You have a pm!
Sex God
Sunday morning paper round. It weighed a ton, and needed two bags. Then I spent ages pulling out all the supplements on doorsteps in order to get the lot through small letter boxes.
Then home to breakfast and out with friends.
Sundays seemed to last forever then.
Then home to breakfast and out with friends.
Sundays seemed to last forever then.
As a young child we used to have to go to Sunday school, and after that along to the officers mess for formal Sunday dinner.
Dad would get bladdered, once home we were sent out to play.
We would stay out as long as we could, even if we were hungry or thirsty we wouldnt go in for fear of being told, " now your in time for your bath" Sunday evening was always bath night lol.
when i was older (16) and living alone after a long week at work, a friday and sat out clubbing, sundays were about laying in bed, eating cold takeaway from sat evening and watching C4: waltons and repeats of the week.
might venture out to get a sunday paper, read it in laundrette while doing the weeks washing, then home ready for the comming week.
since being a parent sundays are about stripping beds, baking cakes, roast dinners and in winter log fires and afternoons of disney films or board games.
this thread made me think i wonder/hope my children look back on their sundays as a kid with fondness when they are older.
xx fem xx
Dad would get bladdered, once home we were sent out to play.
We would stay out as long as we could, even if we were hungry or thirsty we wouldnt go in for fear of being told, " now your in time for your bath" Sunday evening was always bath night lol.
when i was older (16) and living alone after a long week at work, a friday and sat out clubbing, sundays were about laying in bed, eating cold takeaway from sat evening and watching C4: waltons and repeats of the week.
might venture out to get a sunday paper, read it in laundrette while doing the weeks washing, then home ready for the comming week.
since being a parent sundays are about stripping beds, baking cakes, roast dinners and in winter log fires and afternoons of disney films or board games.
this thread made me think i wonder/hope my children look back on their sundays as a kid with fondness when they are older.
xx fem xx
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And then there was Pie & Mash with oodles of liquor .... YUMMY !!! , there was a Pie & MAsh shop in Chapel St as well I seem to remember ..
Yep! There sure was. It was called "MENZIE'S'. There was sawdust on the floors and the table tops were solid marble. That lovely green liquor that was poured over lumpy mash and pies was a treat. Each table was enclosed in it's own wooden cubicle. Huge bottles of vinegar with a cork in were placed on each table and the bottles were clear beer bottles and the cork had a hole drilled in it. The vinegar would come out in torrents!
As you went into the shop from the market, on the left hand side was a small window and a chap used to sit there beheading live eels!
