You kids don't know how good you've got it
The old gits on here could tell you about the ghost towns of their youth, come Sunday. How pubs would shut all afternoon. Then only open for a few hours in the evening. That is why oldies like Monty and Stunned turned to recreational drugs - there was fuck all else to do.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 9 Jan 2012, 12:58, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

It makes me feel ancient
when I remember Sunday afternoons as a student in Manchester, getting kicked out of The Queen of Hearts at 3 and not being allowed back until 6. Luckily the Asian Supermarket had no truck with UK licencing laws. Sadly they also had no truck with reasonable UK prices, £2 for a can of warm Fosters was a lot of money to a poor student in 1992.

Wait, I'm not talking to you because you made me cry up there ^
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 9 Jan 2012, 13:02, Reply)

I made you cry? Where?
I remember visiting a friend at uni in Leeds in 1994 on a Sunday afternoon. He knew how to treat guests - within an hour of our arrival he had taken us on a round trip to score some hash, via an off-license he knew would serve us out of hours. Good times.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 9 Jan 2012, 13:10, Reply)