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In the 80s in the early 1990s, there were still strong restrictions on what kind of shops could open on a Sunday, even supermarkets. If I remember correctly there was not much football on Sunday at that time. Pubs were often open only at lunchtimes and in the evening. Add to that there was a general cultural leaning towards not having anything too entertaining or frivolous on Sunday TV. What the hell did we do with ourselves?

For me, it involved cycling to the garage a mile or so away, to buy some sweets as that was the only place you could get them; also, going to the garden centre with the parents, as that sold lots of things that were almost kind of not really but maybe a bit like toys, if you ignored the health and safety issues; watching Bullseye, Ski Sunday, American football and a lot of other things that were kind of tertiary sports, a kind of sporting methadone.

What I remember most fondly about Sundays, despite the omnipresent spectre of homework in the evenings, when you had such a yawning expanse of time to fill, it was ideal for, for example, role playing games, when you could fill a table with a bunch of gaming stuff and play for hours. I sometimes miss that kind of deep immersion (and oddly I can’t remember playing computer games on Sunday too much, despite being massively into them at that time)

I had a few years working with my dad on Gretna market – as noted above trading (and drinking) laws were different in Scotland so Gretna FC (pre financial doping) held a big market on a Sunday, with traders and punters coming mainly from England. This in turn was the big Sunday habit for a lot of Cumbrians – go up to Gretna to shop at the market and in some cases have a few in the football club’s social club. My dad had a stall selling sweets and cakes for a few years so I would go and help.

Other than that as noted already, general time-sinks – watching Sunday League cricket (or Ski Sunday) on BBC2, NFL on Channel Four, listening to the Top 40 (then Annie Nightingale when I was bit older), eating roast dinners, reading the papers and the whole family helping do the crossword.

I was on about this to my daughter the other day, in one of those conversations that started with her asking what life was like before mobile phones. I explained about there only being one shop open (possibly illegally) on our side of town on a Sunday afternoon. I also did the whole three TV channels routine, and then nearly got her with ‘though of course electricity wasn’t introduced into the UK until I was seven’.

My parents separated when I was six, and while we lived with Mum and Stepdad, every second weekend was at Dad’s. Dad was a lot more laid back, but despite being non-religious had a very strict rule about Sundays: nobody wants to be bothered, it’s time to spend with their families. So I couldn’t go to friends and they couldn’t come to us. It’s not as if poor Dad could offer much as an alternative as he got Parkinson’s in his 40s and just getting through day-to-day life took all his time. As a kid you don’t get it.

Oddly, though Mum and Stepdad’s was a much, much stricter household in every other way, it was never a problem is going out on Sunday – nobody ever "came round" there. Turned out later Stepdad didn’t like kids, and didn’t want to share Mum. So every Sunday I was allowed, I was at, or with mates, just playing. Yes role playing later – D&D was huge for us in the late 70s – my poor departed brother painted figures for the very first Games Workshop in London, when it was mainly a D&D shop pre-Warhammer.

Another thing my mates and I did was make Sci-Fi comics; usually a few sheets of A4 folded and stapled, with a combination of story and pictures – no speech bubbles. A particular friend (also sadly died in 2016) was an amazing artist and we all floundered in his wake.