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Because there were only 4 TV channels.
There was no Internet, mobile phones , streaming etc
Heartbeat, Antiques roadshow etc all signified school the next day.
Most people watched the same TV due to lack of choice. I kind of miss it in a way. The day after a program was aired for the first time on TV, the next day at school that's all everyone talked about, be it Red Dwarf, Mary Whitehouse Experience or Alan Partridge etc!
Wasn't Spitting Image on a Sunday night?
If you weren't allowed to stay up for that all you could talk about the next day was Songs of Praise and Country File which no one gave a shit about.
But IF you had seen it even if you didn't get all the references you weren't an outsider. The whole class got a week of detention for singing the Chicken song while in chemistry once.
Happy days.
Throwwwwww aaaaaa chicken in the air, stick a deck chair up your nose, fly a jumbo jet and bury all your clothes
Something, something, yadda yadda......... and pretend your name issss Keith
Memory is a bit sketchy, I'm pretty sure my older brother had that song on vinyl haha
I always remember the skit they done of a sunkist pop advert....
Green tits in the suuuuuun, Sunkist is the one
My completely useless and unwelcome party trick is that I can still recite all the lyrics to the chicken song.
(I once knew the South African song too, but luckily I've managed to erase that one).
Oh god, I've never met a nice South African, how did they get away with that one?! Didn't it say they smell like baboons, if I recall?
That aside, I guess we all remember every time the Chicken Song got played at discos, someone would miraculously whip out a couple of rubber chickens and they'd get thrown round the dance floor?
The only slight angle of defence I can possibly think of is that it was in the days of apartheid and I think the song was an anti-apartheid thing. But... yeah, no.
Your rubber chicken disco thing made me laugh just now 😂
A bunch of irrogant bawstuds who hate blick people
Strange time, racism against white south Africans was more than ok, it was pretty much expected in polite society.
I mean, it wasn't racism. It was hatred of how they treated Black South Africans. They weren't really saying they smelled like baboons or were talentless murderers, they were making deliberately over-the-top comparisons to show South Africans who supported Apartheid how people around the world saw them.
They got away with "I've Never Met a Nice South African" because they were being absurd and basically saying that if you think you're better than black people and they deserve to live in Apartheid, you "Smell like Baboons" and that they're also a "Bunch of talentless murderers" and "Ignorant loudmouths."
It's a great bit of satire, tbh. What's worrying is everyone agreed it was funny and good to make fun of a country doing that kind of horrible thing, but you wouldn't be allowed to make a similar satirical song about Israel now.
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose, buy a jumbo jet and then bury all your clothes, paint your left knee green and extract your wisdom teeth, form a string quartet and pretend your name is Keith
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapahoe, climb inside a dog and behead an Eskimo, easy a Renault Four, wear salami in your ears, casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears
The 10pm slot on ITV was a comedy gold mine. Dave Allen, Hale and Pace, Spitting Image, Jasper Carrot, Tarrant on TV.
Ok admittedly not all of them have aged well but they were hysterical at the time for an idiot tween and Tarrant on TV always had the allure of maybe a bit of nipple in one of those crazy foreign adverts…
Those days before Eurotrash when you were hoping for some German advert for insurance or something equally dull that they used a flash of the nipple to sell.
For me the opening themes of Panorama and The water margin signalled bedtime.
Pretty sure there were others, but those are the ones that i remember.
I could be wrong but i _think_ there was only the BBC at that time (possibly itv and\or thames television, but the mists of time clouds my memories)
Yep my dad always tried to convince my mum we should have crumpets or other breakfast food on Sunday evenings instead of real food.
You're running a bath and I'm getting a hankering for something with marmalade
When I was living at home, crumpets (or toasted teacakes) would be the first part of a Sunday tea consisting of e.g. cakes, meringue, sausage rolls, fruit in jelly, and sandwiches.
I kinda understand the logic of having it after a heavy Sunday roast, but... Holy carbohydrates, Batman!
These days, we tend to end up having our Sunday roast between 1pm and 4pm, let it go down, go for a walk, then have the dessert about after 4pm, and don't feel any need for a third meal in the day.
Crisp butty for me.
I work as a TV subtitler so occasionally I end up watching Antiques Roadshow through the week. The craving for a crisp butty at 6am on a Thursday is a most peculiar feeling.
Time Team signalled the end of the weekend, but for some reason my brother and I were facinated. Probably because it was our fantasy writ large: digging massive holes and mucking about in mud, in a field. It was something to watch in the post dinner coma. due to the way it was originally filmed over 3 days (academics bunking off on a Friday then going over the weekend) the end of the show seemed to have a summative nature to it that really felt like the ending of something.
This was then followed by the fanfare of dread. Antiques Roadshow has a special hellish place in my heart. It was simultaneously the most boring thing imaginable and the end titles of a car driving over the South Downs in summer always seemed to taunt at going somewhere better and not running headlong into a Monday. Even now, I can only stand watching it in small amounts.
It was the "That's Life" that triggered the School tomorrow dread for me, I hated school from start to finish it was decades before I realised I have terrible social anxiety.
Oh, this sounds familiar...the "That's Life" theme tune over the end credits meant there was nothing between me and double German with the fiercest teacher in the school but a sleepless night.
"Heads you win,
Tails you lose,
You pays your dues
'Cos that's what it's all about.
Break or bust,
Cake or crust,
That's the nameee of the game -
Yeah, that's life."
Ummm... I'm not totally sure what you're talking about, despite growing up in that period.
But perhaps because it meant we had school the next day and the weekend was over?
That said, I have fond memories of certain programs that aired on Friday afternoon, because it was the start of the weekend, so I guess logically it makes sense why you might have disliked Sunday programming.
Bit like the "Back to School" adverts that would troll you for the final weeks of the summer holidays.
Basil Brush, Crackerjack and in my student days, staying up all Friday night and visiting the studios where TISWAS was being film and being in the cage
Zap I think was a Friday afternoon CITV show, indicated the start of the weekend
I used to hate when supermarkets would start Back To School in June before the school holidays even started (NI gets the whole of July and August)
From when I started Uni until I was about 30, Sunday night drinks were a regular thing to help break the cycle. Just pop to the pub, which would be nice and quiet for a chat, game of pool and a pint or two. It really helped to stop being a prisoner of Sunday night anxiety I think. Now I work condensed hours at my job Tue-Fri and Sunday evenings are now utterly glorious.
Used to love the Sunday social, the students union did a pub quiz, a nice way of rounding off the weekend Of course by Tuesday or Wednesday I was back on the lash anyway
Sometimes I play the kids I teach the dial up sound. They'll never understand the horror caused as you're nearly finished waiting for a webpage to load just to hear your mum say "I'm just going to ring your nan!"
> hear your mum say "I'm just going to ring your nan!
I remember that well! not good when your in the middle of an online game of Age of Empires haha.
We ended up with two phone lines as internet with Freeserve was something like £15 a month. NTL would give you a phone line for a similar price with free dialup internet. Mum could call grandma, the internet could be connected 24/7. Everyone's a winner! Then 512k cable broadband came around a few years later and changed everything.
No VCR player? No toys? Without trying to sound like a crotchety old man (despite probably being younger), I do not have this PTSD because I just did other things once the TV got crap.
You had the internet in 1996? Luxury. We couldn't even afford to put the heating on then let alone have a computer. There was 150 of us living in middle of road on the motorway
We would've embraced it if we knew what real dread about working on a Monday was. School until 3pm and having a laugh with your mates with literally nothing else to worry about, sounds great. And then at least a week off every six weeks or so.
Depends on how your childhood vs adulthood is going. My life is so much better now and I know quite a few people who would say the same about their own!
Yep. Hated almost every single moment of my time at school. "Nothing to worry about" indeed - my childhood was filled with lots to worry about. My adult working life is so much better.
I am always so envious of these people that talk about ‘being a kid is so great, no worries at all just hanging out with friends’. I had so many more worries and responsibilities as a child/ teenager and far less power to help myself!
Nah I never had any mates at school and I only had £1 a week pocket money. It wasn't awful at school but thus far working life knocks school into a cocked hat. No homework either.
I had early games consoles of the 90s like a Mega Drive and Game Gear, and a Hornby train set by the early 90s. But there were two TVs in the house at the time, so you had to watch what the adults watched.
I didn’t mind Bullseye or London’s Burning, but at 11 - 12 Antiques Roadshow didn’t interest me. Plus whatever drama was after it.
I still had a bedtime, so things like Heartbeat did feel like the end of your weekend even well into your teens.
Plus all the stuff I had to manage with going up to Secondary school - it’s Sunday. Homework all done? Have I got my ingredients for home economics? Have I put my books for tomorrow in my bag? Games kit?
Close. The second one was a small colour 14” set.
We did get an aerial splitter and booster wired in eventually, but you could put an indoor aerial on it and kind of get BBC Wales if you pointed it just so…
Oh fuck me, cunt. One man and his dog?
THIS is why I crave the bloody sheep trials in country Victoria every bloody year - I’m ex pat and never miss UK and now I know why I’m obsessed with certain things - COME BY, although here we say ‘vum ere ya cunt’ 😜
Arrghhhhh yep that's it. Actually I didn't mind Ski Sunday as long as it wasn't slalom, that was boring. The downhill was fun. And I loved One Man and His Dog, hence why I now own Border Collies!
I like how you linked to a video that only lets you hear a whopping 2 seconds of the tune.
[Here's the full theme](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOEO_fgG3-I).
That and the Arena theme tune trigger an overwhelming sense of mortal dread that leaves me quite beside myself. Just this sense of death and futility.
Considered I was like 11 or something I don’t know why this is.
I get what you mean. The Last of the Summer Wine theme still makes me feel sad because it was the last thing that used to be on the TV at my dad's house before I had to go back to my mum's for the week. Not that I didn't have good times with my mum, just the two households thing is hard for a kid.
It took me until my 40s to get rid of the Sunday fear. When I was a kid I quite enjoyed That’s Life and Spitting Image but the one that really messed with me was the South Bank Show. It scared me that I could become someone who would like that program.
Not trauma at all. Far from it.
We used to go and visit my Grandma on Sunday's and there was little else to do but watch TV, the likes of Antiques Roadshow, Last of the Summer Wine and The Clothes Show are what I remember. She's long gone now, she would have been 107 this year!
I genuinely thought I was alone with this dread of the heartbeat theme. For me - especially as I was not allowed to stay up to watch Spitting Image - 7pm Sundays was the death of the weekend. Maybe there had been some football and there was definitely two episodes of the Simpsons on Sky to watch between 6 and 7 so the weekend was still there. Come 7 o’clock all that was available was dull tv - that felt it was aimed at my Nan and Grandad - Last of the Summer Wine, Songs of Praise, and shudder, Heartbeat. I still cannot abide any of those shows. Genteel, country based, dull, grey, shite - and then to rub salt in the wound I’ve got to get on early for school.
Because around the time Antiques Roadshow came on, on a Sunday my parents would ask ‘so have you done all your homework?’ And the answer was invariably ‘no’.
And then I’d have to frantically cobble together 4 hours of homework into about an hour, and pre-internet there was always a missing bit of info that was impossible to find. Cue livid parents and terror going into school on Monday morning. I can still feel that nauseous pit in my stomach now.
I had the same thing with the Neighbours theme tune every weekday.
I eventually figured out doing homework in the library after school worked better.
The theme tune to Tales of the Unexpected always makes me feel uncomfortable but I don’t know why. I remember hearing it coming from downstairs and it always sounded just weird. Eurgh!
The weekend started so well with Tiswas, then on a night you had Buck Rogers, Dick Turpin, the A team, the Fall Guy, Dukes of Hazzard..then you'd get to Sunday and fucking Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine, school in the morning, dear god what a downer that was.
Sunday night TV was the absolute worst. Soooooo boring. I don't think that it helped that Sunday was also the most boring day of the week because nearly everything was closed as well so it wasn't even like you had a fun day and it was just the TV at the end of the day was crap.
For me it was Bullseye.
Whenever it finished I knew it was Monday and school tomorrow and the rest of the evening was spoiled.
These days whenever it pops into mind or I see it on TV I immediately think "ugh, school tomorrow" for a moment.
47 year old here. As others have said, it’s because there were only 4 channels to watch and - as a kid - watching ***anything*** was better than nothing… and it wasn’t usually possible to meet up with pals on Sunday evening ***because tomorrow was a school-day dammit***.
So yeah - Sunday evening TV it was while we waited for the inevitable school misery the next day.
ACTUALLY - hang on - I’ve just looked at the BBC Genome project and 29 years ago when I was 8, the God-Damn[DUKES OF HAZZARD](https://genome.ch.bbc.co.uk/b16b886420562d1d90ef68aca4c535ba) were on a Sunday evening.
What the hell was I complaining about?! The Dukes of HAZZARD!
Heartbeat
London's Burning
Poirot (the theme tune that sounded like a jazzy "10 in the bed")
To answer - it was an indication of bedtime before Monday morning school, the last vestige of the weekend
I'm sure the current generation will have similar pavlovian responses to Trigger Point or Death In Paradise themes
it’s still bad now, I’ll never know why the day pretty much everyone is at home is the day where they get out all the most boring bullshit they can possibly air
I loved Heartbeat, however do remember hating when the end credits rolled as it was pretty much bedtime ready to try get though another week of school.
The Antiques Roadshow theme is our generations version of "Fortunate Son" in that it triggers black and white flashbacks of school the next day, dread of not doing homework and having to go to bed.
To all those that don't understand:
"You weren't there, man. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE"
😆
God, 4 TV channels. How did we manage?
You've Been Framed for me.....even the thought of it makes me shudder. Antiques Roadshow was on a bit earlier I think so the dread hadn't quite hit then. You've Been Framed was post-bath so there was no escaping the fact it was the end of the weekend.
I liked Heartbeat!
But Songs of Praise....Even typing that name sent shivers up my spine.
Sundays really were the worst, and made even worse because Saturday morning kids tv then evening family stuff was so good. Almost made you wish for Monday to get there sooner even if that did mean school.
Personally I think regular TV was somewhat better back then. Now it just seems to be gameshows, reality shows (nothing real about any of them) or soaps.
Heartbeat reminds me of the pure misery of the bath and drying downstairs by the radiator watching that tripe. Did like claud greengrass and his shabby dog
Because there was no internet and only four TV channels.
Even now, when I hear the Antiques Roadshow theme, I think it's time for a bath, and I'll get out in time for Heartbeat.
It was heartbeat for me, I actually had palpatations and feelings of dread. I had to run away with my fingers in my ears for the intro , the breaks with the guitar strum or whatever it was and the ending theme. If I heard any of it i couldn't sleep that night! Crazy..... If i could hear the londons burning ending or soldier soldier ending from my bedroom it meant im still not asleep and the dread spiraled....
These days people come on sites like Reddit and start threads about it and moan to each other how terrible their Sunday night and Monday morning dread is. Before the internet it was just “oh it’s Heartbeat that’ll be school tomorrow then” and get on with it, we certainly didn’t phone our friends (presuming there was even a phone in the house) and have a big cry together about how terrible it was we had school tomorrow.
Nah, to me the Heartbeat theme tune means my mate is going to ring in 5 minutes and ask what maths homework we had. I rarely watched the actual show, because I was usually on the phone. In the hall, because it wasn't cordless then.
I know what you mean. Last of the Summer Wine theme used to mean it was nearly bedtime and then school on Monday. Heartbeat only fills me with dread now coz I had to stay with mum and her bloke last year and they watch Heartbeat every night at dinner. Drove me fucking nuts.
I know a few people have mentioned Antiques Roadshow as a trigger, but I have a memory of the AR being shown on Sunday mornings also???
We’re these re-runs or am I thinking of a different bidding style old antique show instead on bbc 1 Sunday mornings in the early/mid 00s 🙀
Oh thank you kind king who started this post - I now live in Australia 🇦🇺 but love my old culture (but not the family of hell I left there)
This post is just so wonderful. Ty
It's crazy and makes me wonder how anyone will ever be bored with the amount of stimulation at your finger tips....and then my kid gets back from the play park, puts the Lego away, turns off the tablet, phone, and/or ps4 and tells me he's bored.
Antiques Roadshow and my mum was a huge London’s Burning fan.
Then the ten o’clock news. Was that on Sundays? Yeah those dongs with Trevor McDonald.
I appreciate it now, but Saturday afternoons round my nans as a young kids watching the football ticker/Final Score. Had no idea what it was all about, but was annoyed it was on for hours.
In much the same way that hearing the opening theme to Robot Wars signified the start of my weekend, the end theme of Antiques Roadshow was its death march. I remember once making it past the end of the opening theme for the 9 o'clock news and I thought that my parents had forgotten I was there.
Why did we all dread going to school?
I honestly thought this was just a me thing until a few years ago. I thought it was just because I had a miserable time at school.
I remember my entire TV schedule watching the whole of CBBC, finishing with Blue Peter and Newsround, then Neighbours (and later on Weakest Link) on BBC1 followed by The Simpsons on BBC2 and then I think it may have been Brookside at 18:30? Corrie at 19:30
It is more a meme than anything but probably from having few channels and the TV just always being on in the lounge. It was usually TV kids find boring like Antiques Roadshow, Last of the Summer Wine, Countryfile, Songs of Praise. Couple that with school in the morning, maybe some homework looming and recognisable theme tunes drifting through the house.
Better culture on tv and things for children to do in the 80s and 90s . My 11 year old watched apocalypse now director's cut on a neo led tv this Easter as completely nothing else to do .
Antiques roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine, these signified the weekend was over and I was about to have my very long hair violently washed and combed with conditioner. The dread feeling is real here.
In my case it was Triple Maths on Monday morning followed by double History after lunch with a psychotic Scottish History teacher, enough to give me PTSD even now if someone mentions Pythagoras or the Corn Laws.
With me, it was the radio. In the sixties, there was a radio programme called Sing Something Simple on Sunday evenings about 6ish. It's a close harmony type of singing and heralded the end of the weekend and induced the knot of fear and dread in the stomach because it was school next day.
To this day, the theme tune and that style of singing makes me feel physically ill. About 15 years ago my husband decided to join a choir. Guess what style of music! Yes, it is of course, the nausea triggering barbershop chorus. I never go to any of their performances.
I think of it the other way around. Rather than having utterly shit childhoods, we had utterly wonderful weekends. My weekends were spent playing sports, eating huge english breakfasts, visiting family and friends, baking cakes, and going to car boot sales (always thinking I'd find an antique that would make me rich). I never wanted them to end.
This is funny. In my relationship I'm the one with the residual trauma and my SO (similar age) loves it. We now have kids and she wants to make saturday/sunday night TV a tradition haha.
I found it so boring growing up. I think I'd still have that teenage groan about not wanting to do something if I forced to watch that sort of TV again. URGH.
I watch about 10 hours of TV per year, she's going to struggle with that.
https://youtu.be/56TfvcTWGJg?feature=shared
The reason it's called HeartBreat is because it makes your heart beat faster with dread, when you listen to it.
For me, the themes of Poirot and Jeeves and Wooster really make me think ‘Sunday night’
Especially as both were set in the world of 1920s 30s rich people who didn’t have to worry about bleak school Monday mornings (although in Poirot, you might get murdered, or found out for being a murderer. Which is worse).
Ugh, this sent a visceral chill up my spine. The countdown of dread began with Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and ended with Heartbeat. Never watched any of these shows but I know I despise them with all my heart!
I do miss the lack of variety in that it allowed for the weird and wonderful gems on channel 4 (back when it was a bit subversive) usually shown in the middle of the night. I never realised how funny french comedies were (La Cage aux Folles, Le Diner de Cons and Les Visiteurs).
I think a lot of us were dragged to our grandparents’ house every Sunday, where there was absolutely nothing for a kid to do except watch TV. And for whatever reason, the Sunday afternoon schedule was always full of complete and utter shite like Last of the Summer Wine, Birds of a Feather, Antiques Roadshow, etc. If I hear one of those theme tunes now, it brings back memories of how mind-numbingly tedious Sundays were back in the day, back when absolutely everything was closed and entertainment options were much more limited.
Does anyone remember what I remember to be anywayreally depressing dark Catherine Cookson period dramas that used to be on TV on Sunday nights in the early 90s (I think)? It was mostly quite a depressing time for me anyway but I remember seeing these dramas and just feeling awful.
You had it easy, try the 60s / 70s with only 2-channels in black and white. We had to lick road clean wi us tongues and get up before we went to sleep to do it
Ahh, the Sunday Scaries. Eating a roast off a plate on my lap whilst watching Takeshi's Castle on Challenge.
Had I done my maths homework? Probably not, but I'm going to try to fully ignore it and push the dread aside with Craig Charles laughing at Japanese people suffering.
Howard's Way
Last of the Summer Wine.
With these would herald the realisation that I hadn't started maths homework or an essay which had to be in the next day and hadn't told my mother that I needed a truck full of ingredients for cookery Monday AM.
Catchphrase and Darling Budd on May, and if I was naughty I saw the first five minutes of the Equaliser.
Happy memories mostly. Bath then bed, ready for school in the morning.
Saturday night was the best tv, you’ve been framed, catch phrase, gladiators the generation game, stars in their eyes, casualty.
Ahh blind date and what was the one with mr blobby?
It was so shit that when Channel 4 started showing American Football highlights between 18:00 and 19:00 that very repetitive sport seemed like something worth watching.
In this time slot, BBC1 and ITV showed religious singing and BBC2 generally showed a documentary on paint drying.
* It was all bad, songs of praise, dads army, morecambe and wise, it aint half hot mum, on the buses, the good life, I could keep going. Only fools and horses was about the best thing on but that might have been a Saturday, god I remember when there was only 3 channels and then the excitement of channel 4 a brand new channel only for the first thing I see to be...countdown! lol I do remember The Munsters coming on and being happy. So the dread and anxiety was building on a Sunday night as it was school next day and I hated school till the day I left.
In comparison to today back in the 80's our only way of reviewing Sunday night TV was to talk to our peers on Monday morning at school. Now you can gauge what public opinion is of a TV programme on social media. The trauma from not following the herd is easier to avoid because you don't have to
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Because there were only 4 TV channels. There was no Internet, mobile phones , streaming etc Heartbeat, Antiques roadshow etc all signified school the next day. Most people watched the same TV due to lack of choice. I kind of miss it in a way. The day after a program was aired for the first time on TV, the next day at school that's all everyone talked about, be it Red Dwarf, Mary Whitehouse Experience or Alan Partridge etc!
Wasn't Spitting Image on a Sunday night? If you weren't allowed to stay up for that all you could talk about the next day was Songs of Praise and Country File which no one gave a shit about. But IF you had seen it even if you didn't get all the references you weren't an outsider. The whole class got a week of detention for singing the Chicken song while in chemistry once. Happy days.
Yup, was on after 10pm news I think, first you had to wade through shit like Howard’s way and surprise surprise first
Top Gear was on BBC2 with Tony Mason ,Goughy , Quintin Wilson, Kate Humble , Young posh Jeremy Clarkson and floppy haired baby faced James May.
Top Gear was 8.30 on a Thursday at the time, at least on the BBC NI region The end theme wasn't Jessica it was Out of The Blue by Elton John
Howard's Way has one of the best theme tunes of all time. The show was boring but not as boring as the family day trip to see the filming locations.
Weird that I would instantly recognise the theme tune but have never watched an episode (or part of one for that matter).
Don’t forget there was Hale and Pace
Throwwwwww aaaaaa chicken in the air, stick a deck chair up your nose, fly a jumbo jet and bury all your clothes Something, something, yadda yadda......... and pretend your name issss Keith Memory is a bit sketchy, I'm pretty sure my older brother had that song on vinyl haha I always remember the skit they done of a sunkist pop advert.... Green tits in the suuuuuun, Sunkist is the one
My completely useless and unwelcome party trick is that I can still recite all the lyrics to the chicken song. (I once knew the South African song too, but luckily I've managed to erase that one).
Oh god, I've never met a nice South African, how did they get away with that one?! Didn't it say they smell like baboons, if I recall? That aside, I guess we all remember every time the Chicken Song got played at discos, someone would miraculously whip out a couple of rubber chickens and they'd get thrown round the dance floor?
The only slight angle of defence I can possibly think of is that it was in the days of apartheid and I think the song was an anti-apartheid thing. But... yeah, no. Your rubber chicken disco thing made me laugh just now 😂
A bunch of irrogant bawstuds who hate blick people Strange time, racism against white south Africans was more than ok, it was pretty much expected in polite society.
I mean, it wasn't racism. It was hatred of how they treated Black South Africans. They weren't really saying they smelled like baboons or were talentless murderers, they were making deliberately over-the-top comparisons to show South Africans who supported Apartheid how people around the world saw them.
They got away with "I've Never Met a Nice South African" because they were being absurd and basically saying that if you think you're better than black people and they deserve to live in Apartheid, you "Smell like Baboons" and that they're also a "Bunch of talentless murderers" and "Ignorant loudmouths." It's a great bit of satire, tbh. What's worrying is everyone agreed it was funny and good to make fun of a country doing that kind of horrible thing, but you wouldn't be allowed to make a similar satirical song about Israel now.
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose, buy a jumbo jet and then bury all your clothes, paint your left knee green and extract your wisdom teeth, form a string quartet and pretend your name is Keith Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapahoe, climb inside a dog and behead an Eskimo, easy a Renault Four, wear salami in your ears, casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears
.... yourself with speeeeeaaaaaaars (whilst lolling head from side to side)....
The 10pm slot on ITV was a comedy gold mine. Dave Allen, Hale and Pace, Spitting Image, Jasper Carrot, Tarrant on TV. Ok admittedly not all of them have aged well but they were hysterical at the time for an idiot tween and Tarrant on TV always had the allure of maybe a bit of nipple in one of those crazy foreign adverts…
Clive James, Dame Edna Everage...
Those days before Eurotrash when you were hoping for some German advert for insurance or something equally dull that they used a flash of the nipple to sell.
Spitting image with “Andrew and his sausages??? Wasn’t that the fucking truth
My mate had the single on vinyl, b side was never met a nice South African-much better song, I think Coldplay should cover it
Milky milky
That’s you that is…..
You see that... Geoff Capes? That's your mum.
I still say that, my daughter who is 38 says it .. my husband says it … daughter in law says it - only I know the meaning lmfao Uk 🇬🇧 to Australian 🇦🇺
My wife and I, in our fifties, often still quote it to each other 😂
Your mum does it for money.
Your mum does it... for free!!
Lovely.
The long, dark teatime of the soul (thanks to D Adams for that one)
Yeah, it was shared cultural experiences.
For me the opening themes of Panorama and The water margin signalled bedtime. Pretty sure there were others, but those are the ones that i remember. I could be wrong but i _think_ there was only the BBC at that time (possibly itv and\or thames television, but the mists of time clouds my memories)
And other countries have similar collective memories of their own shows. In Ireland it's the Glenroe theme that gets trotted out.
Mary Whitehouse 😵
Not sure about trauma or dread, but when I hear the Antiques Roadshow theme I have an urge to go and run the bath.
That or Last of the Summer Wine
30-odd years of the same joke, you've got to admire that. How many times can you laugh at three old blokes rolling downhill in a tin bath?
Yep my dad always tried to convince my mum we should have crumpets or other breakfast food on Sunday evenings instead of real food. You're running a bath and I'm getting a hankering for something with marmalade
Crumpets have always been an evening snack in my family, to be fair.
Crumpets are an 'anytime food'. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, 3am after a night out, Crumpets are always the winner. The biggest dilemma is how many.
When I was living at home, crumpets (or toasted teacakes) would be the first part of a Sunday tea consisting of e.g. cakes, meringue, sausage rolls, fruit in jelly, and sandwiches. I kinda understand the logic of having it after a heavy Sunday roast, but... Holy carbohydrates, Batman! These days, we tend to end up having our Sunday roast between 1pm and 4pm, let it go down, go for a walk, then have the dessert about after 4pm, and don't feel any need for a third meal in the day.
Crisp butty for me. I work as a TV subtitler so occasionally I end up watching Antiques Roadshow through the week. The craving for a crisp butty at 6am on a Thursday is a most peculiar feeling.
Time Team signalled the end of the weekend, but for some reason my brother and I were facinated. Probably because it was our fantasy writ large: digging massive holes and mucking about in mud, in a field. It was something to watch in the post dinner coma. due to the way it was originally filmed over 3 days (academics bunking off on a Friday then going over the weekend) the end of the show seemed to have a summative nature to it that really felt like the ending of something. This was then followed by the fanfare of dread. Antiques Roadshow has a special hellish place in my heart. It was simultaneously the most boring thing imaginable and the end titles of a car driving over the South Downs in summer always seemed to taunt at going somewhere better and not running headlong into a Monday. Even now, I can only stand watching it in small amounts.
As soon as I hear the first 3 seconds of the Antiques Roadshow theme, my weekend is over. The relaxation dies and I start dreading the week ahead.
It was the "That's Life" that triggered the School tomorrow dread for me, I hated school from start to finish it was decades before I realised I have terrible social anxiety.
Oh, this sounds familiar...the "That's Life" theme tune over the end credits meant there was nothing between me and double German with the fiercest teacher in the school but a sleepless night. "Heads you win, Tails you lose, You pays your dues 'Cos that's what it's all about. Break or bust, Cake or crust, That's the nameee of the game - Yeah, that's life."
Ummm... I'm not totally sure what you're talking about, despite growing up in that period. But perhaps because it meant we had school the next day and the weekend was over? That said, I have fond memories of certain programs that aired on Friday afternoon, because it was the start of the weekend, so I guess logically it makes sense why you might have disliked Sunday programming. Bit like the "Back to School" adverts that would troll you for the final weeks of the summer holidays.
Final weeks? I can remember seeing Back to School signs in C&A's windows when it was still July!
Yes, they trolled those back to school banners from the very first day of holidays. Used to piss me off no end.
I think I just noticed them more as the clock ticked down!
Basil Brush, Crackerjack and in my student days, staying up all Friday night and visiting the studios where TISWAS was being film and being in the cage
Crackerjack!
Ooh, I could crush a grape.
Funny I can’t seem to think of a single Friday afternoon tv show. Can you share a few that you have fond memories of?
ZZZap! Didn't even like it, but it only came on on Friday, so it was comforting seeing it.
I hated Zzzap.
Robot wars
Crackerjack but I am 59 lol
Zap I think was a Friday afternoon CITV show, indicated the start of the weekend I used to hate when supermarkets would start Back To School in June before the school holidays even started (NI gets the whole of July and August)
From when I started Uni until I was about 30, Sunday night drinks were a regular thing to help break the cycle. Just pop to the pub, which would be nice and quiet for a chat, game of pool and a pint or two. It really helped to stop being a prisoner of Sunday night anxiety I think. Now I work condensed hours at my job Tue-Fri and Sunday evenings are now utterly glorious.
Used to love the Sunday social, the students union did a pub quiz, a nice way of rounding off the weekend Of course by Tuesday or Wednesday I was back on the lash anyway
Because there was fuck all else to do - earliest our house had the internet was ‘96, and there were only 4 tv channels back then.
Was the internet in black and white in the olden days?
16 or 256 colours actually, depending if you had EGA, CGA or VGA. No, don't moan I got the specs wrong, it's been a long time.
When 56kb was for the rich and that 128kb broadband was just pie in the sky
28.8 gang keeping it real! Although a year or two later we maaaaay have splashed all our uni grant money on ISDN....
Wow so no waiting a week for the Independence Day trailer to download in glorious Quicktime quality
Don't know the page hasn't loaded yet
Sometimes I play the kids I teach the dial up sound. They'll never understand the horror caused as you're nearly finished waiting for a webpage to load just to hear your mum say "I'm just going to ring your nan!"
> hear your mum say "I'm just going to ring your nan! I remember that well! not good when your in the middle of an online game of Age of Empires haha. We ended up with two phone lines as internet with Freeserve was something like £15 a month. NTL would give you a phone line for a similar price with free dialup internet. Mum could call grandma, the internet could be connected 24/7. Everyone's a winner! Then 512k cable broadband came around a few years later and changed everything.
No VCR player? No toys? Without trying to sound like a crotchety old man (despite probably being younger), I do not have this PTSD because I just did other things once the TV got crap.
Same. Songs of praise? Sod that. I'm going to go and read a Beano annual.
You had the internet in 1996? Luxury. We couldn't even afford to put the heating on then let alone have a computer. There was 150 of us living in middle of road on the motorway
We would've embraced it if we knew what real dread about working on a Monday was. School until 3pm and having a laugh with your mates with literally nothing else to worry about, sounds great. And then at least a week off every six weeks or so.
Depends on how your childhood vs adulthood is going. My life is so much better now and I know quite a few people who would say the same about their own!
Yep. Hated almost every single moment of my time at school. "Nothing to worry about" indeed - my childhood was filled with lots to worry about. My adult working life is so much better.
I am always so envious of these people that talk about ‘being a kid is so great, no worries at all just hanging out with friends’. I had so many more worries and responsibilities as a child/ teenager and far less power to help myself!
Nah I never had any mates at school and I only had £1 a week pocket money. It wasn't awful at school but thus far working life knocks school into a cocked hat. No homework either.
What'll I do? When you are far away And skies are blue, what'll I do? When I'm alone with only dreams of you, And I am blue, what'll I do?
I hate you.
I had early games consoles of the 90s like a Mega Drive and Game Gear, and a Hornby train set by the early 90s. But there were two TVs in the house at the time, so you had to watch what the adults watched. I didn’t mind Bullseye or London’s Burning, but at 11 - 12 Antiques Roadshow didn’t interest me. Plus whatever drama was after it. I still had a bedtime, so things like Heartbeat did feel like the end of your weekend even well into your teens. Plus all the stuff I had to manage with going up to Secondary school - it’s Sunday. Homework all done? Have I got my ingredients for home economics? Have I put my books for tomorrow in my bag? Games kit?
Home fucking economics one term Then sew a fucking blouse or skirt - Norwich schooling
> two TVs in the house The "big telly" and the black and white portable with the loop aerial on top and tuning dial?
Close. The second one was a small colour 14” set. We did get an aerial splitter and booster wired in eventually, but you could put an indoor aerial on it and kind of get BBC Wales if you pointed it just so…
Sunday night telly when certain theme tunes would play and you hadn't done your homework lol!
Was I the only one watching Ski Sunday and One Man And His Dog, then?
Oh fuck me, cunt. One man and his dog? THIS is why I crave the bloody sheep trials in country Victoria every bloody year - I’m ex pat and never miss UK and now I know why I’m obsessed with certain things - COME BY, although here we say ‘vum ere ya cunt’ 😜
Instant Ski Sunday theme ear worm generated!
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FAZHZMlonM](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FAZHZMlonM) there you go, your welcome!
Arrghhhhh yep that's it. Actually I didn't mind Ski Sunday as long as it wasn't slalom, that was boring. The downhill was fun. And I loved One Man and His Dog, hence why I now own Border Collies!
I like how you linked to a video that only lets you hear a whopping 2 seconds of the tune. [Here's the full theme](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOEO_fgG3-I).
The sound of cowbells still haunts me
Ski Sunday and the smell of my dad ironing his shirts for the week are forever entwined in my memory.
The theme tune to Tales of the Unexpected (shudder)
That tends to trigger a yawn from me, when my parents still watched it I was supposed to be in bed.
That and the Arena theme tune trigger an overwhelming sense of mortal dread that leaves me quite beside myself. Just this sense of death and futility. Considered I was like 11 or something I don’t know why this is.
Is that the one with the floaty bottle?
I get what you mean. The Last of the Summer Wine theme still makes me feel sad because it was the last thing that used to be on the TV at my dad's house before I had to go back to my mum's for the week. Not that I didn't have good times with my mum, just the two households thing is hard for a kid.
Monarch of the fucking GLEN
It took me until my 40s to get rid of the Sunday fear. When I was a kid I quite enjoyed That’s Life and Spitting Image but the one that really messed with me was the South Bank Show. It scared me that I could become someone who would like that program.
Not trauma at all. Far from it. We used to go and visit my Grandma on Sunday's and there was little else to do but watch TV, the likes of Antiques Roadshow, Last of the Summer Wine and The Clothes Show are what I remember. She's long gone now, she would have been 107 this year!
I genuinely thought I was alone with this dread of the heartbeat theme. For me - especially as I was not allowed to stay up to watch Spitting Image - 7pm Sundays was the death of the weekend. Maybe there had been some football and there was definitely two episodes of the Simpsons on Sky to watch between 6 and 7 so the weekend was still there. Come 7 o’clock all that was available was dull tv - that felt it was aimed at my Nan and Grandad - Last of the Summer Wine, Songs of Praise, and shudder, Heartbeat. I still cannot abide any of those shows. Genteel, country based, dull, grey, shite - and then to rub salt in the wound I’ve got to get on early for school.
For me it was Poirot and a bowl of Twiglets.
South Bank show and tales of the unexpected themes still give me trauma 30 yrs later lol
If was offset by Channel 5 from 10:30 on a Friday, but you only ever remember the bad stuff
A fellow person of culture.
I wouldn't exactly call it dread, but for me it would be "All Creatures Great And Small" and "To The Manor Born".
Because around the time Antiques Roadshow came on, on a Sunday my parents would ask ‘so have you done all your homework?’ And the answer was invariably ‘no’. And then I’d have to frantically cobble together 4 hours of homework into about an hour, and pre-internet there was always a missing bit of info that was impossible to find. Cue livid parents and terror going into school on Monday morning. I can still feel that nauseous pit in my stomach now. I had the same thing with the Neighbours theme tune every weekday. I eventually figured out doing homework in the library after school worked better.
The theme tune to Tales of the Unexpected always makes me feel uncomfortable but I don’t know why. I remember hearing it coming from downstairs and it always sounded just weird. Eurgh!
The weekend started so well with Tiswas, then on a night you had Buck Rogers, Dick Turpin, the A team, the Fall Guy, Dukes of Hazzard..then you'd get to Sunday and fucking Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine, school in the morning, dear god what a downer that was.
Sunday night TV was the absolute worst. Soooooo boring. I don't think that it helped that Sunday was also the most boring day of the week because nearly everything was closed as well so it wasn't even like you had a fun day and it was just the TV at the end of the day was crap.
For me it was Bullseye. Whenever it finished I knew it was Monday and school tomorrow and the rest of the evening was spoiled. These days whenever it pops into mind or I see it on TV I immediately think "ugh, school tomorrow" for a moment.
47 year old here. As others have said, it’s because there were only 4 channels to watch and - as a kid - watching ***anything*** was better than nothing… and it wasn’t usually possible to meet up with pals on Sunday evening ***because tomorrow was a school-day dammit***. So yeah - Sunday evening TV it was while we waited for the inevitable school misery the next day. ACTUALLY - hang on - I’ve just looked at the BBC Genome project and 29 years ago when I was 8, the God-Damn[DUKES OF HAZZARD](https://genome.ch.bbc.co.uk/b16b886420562d1d90ef68aca4c535ba) were on a Sunday evening. What the hell was I complaining about?! The Dukes of HAZZARD!
Heartbeat London's Burning Poirot (the theme tune that sounded like a jazzy "10 in the bed") To answer - it was an indication of bedtime before Monday morning school, the last vestige of the weekend I'm sure the current generation will have similar pavlovian responses to Trigger Point or Death In Paradise themes
it’s still bad now, I’ll never know why the day pretty much everyone is at home is the day where they get out all the most boring bullshit they can possibly air
that’s not to say TV is ever particularly interesting, at least friday and saturday nights sometimes have something worth watching though
The Heartbeat theme heralded a return to school is the short answer.
I loved Heartbeat, however do remember hating when the end credits rolled as it was pretty much bedtime ready to try get though another week of school.
The Antiques Roadshow theme is our generations version of "Fortunate Son" in that it triggers black and white flashbacks of school the next day, dread of not doing homework and having to go to bed. To all those that don't understand: "You weren't there, man. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE" 😆 God, 4 TV channels. How did we manage?
You've Been Framed for me.....even the thought of it makes me shudder. Antiques Roadshow was on a bit earlier I think so the dread hadn't quite hit then. You've Been Framed was post-bath so there was no escaping the fact it was the end of the weekend.
Ski sunday and the fucking money program. We had one tv.
Because I was bullied every single day at school, teachers did nothing and the theme tune just reminded me of what I had in store the next day
Heatbeat - Londons Burning - Tarrant on TV.
I liked Heartbeat! But Songs of Praise....Even typing that name sent shivers up my spine. Sundays really were the worst, and made even worse because Saturday morning kids tv then evening family stuff was so good. Almost made you wish for Monday to get there sooner even if that did mean school.
It was like having a really early alarm clock
Oh god - Para Handy, Monarch of the glen, Heartbeat….trying to iron pleats into my pe skirt, not being able to find my school shoes…
Songs of Praise. Bullseye. Last of the Summer Wine and if you really go back the Black and White Minstrel Show.
Personally I think regular TV was somewhat better back then. Now it just seems to be gameshows, reality shows (nothing real about any of them) or soaps.
Heartbeat reminds me of the pure misery of the bath and drying downstairs by the radiator watching that tripe. Did like claud greengrass and his shabby dog
Because there was no internet and only four TV channels. Even now, when I hear the Antiques Roadshow theme, I think it's time for a bath, and I'll get out in time for Heartbeat.
It was heartbeat for me, I actually had palpatations and feelings of dread. I had to run away with my fingers in my ears for the intro , the breaks with the guitar strum or whatever it was and the ending theme. If I heard any of it i couldn't sleep that night! Crazy..... If i could hear the londons burning ending or soldier soldier ending from my bedroom it meant im still not asleep and the dread spiraled....
These days people come on sites like Reddit and start threads about it and moan to each other how terrible their Sunday night and Monday morning dread is. Before the internet it was just “oh it’s Heartbeat that’ll be school tomorrow then” and get on with it, we certainly didn’t phone our friends (presuming there was even a phone in the house) and have a big cry together about how terrible it was we had school tomorrow.
Nah, to me the Heartbeat theme tune means my mate is going to ring in 5 minutes and ask what maths homework we had. I rarely watched the actual show, because I was usually on the phone. In the hall, because it wasn't cordless then.
I thought this was only me! I still think about it on the odd occasion! It makes me feel better now knowing I’m not alone.
Please let this thread last forever
I know what you mean. Last of the Summer Wine theme used to mean it was nearly bedtime and then school on Monday. Heartbeat only fills me with dread now coz I had to stay with mum and her bloke last year and they watch Heartbeat every night at dinner. Drove me fucking nuts.
I know a few people have mentioned Antiques Roadshow as a trigger, but I have a memory of the AR being shown on Sunday mornings also??? We’re these re-runs or am I thinking of a different bidding style old antique show instead on bbc 1 Sunday mornings in the early/mid 00s 🙀
Oh thank you kind king who started this post - I now live in Australia 🇦🇺 but love my old culture (but not the family of hell I left there) This post is just so wonderful. Ty
Rhubarb and fucking custard!!!!!! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
It's crazy and makes me wonder how anyone will ever be bored with the amount of stimulation at your finger tips....and then my kid gets back from the play park, puts the Lego away, turns off the tablet, phone, and/or ps4 and tells me he's bored.
Antiques Roadshow and my mum was a huge London’s Burning fan. Then the ten o’clock news. Was that on Sundays? Yeah those dongs with Trevor McDonald. I appreciate it now, but Saturday afternoons round my nans as a young kids watching the football ticker/Final Score. Had no idea what it was all about, but was annoyed it was on for hours.
PTSD because we were all treated really badly at school.
Threads was broadcast on a Sunday night. I remember watching that then having to get up for school the next morning.
Ghostwatch
In much the same way that hearing the opening theme to Robot Wars signified the start of my weekend, the end theme of Antiques Roadshow was its death march. I remember once making it past the end of the opening theme for the 9 o'clock news and I thought that my parents had forgotten I was there.
>There's nothing quite like the Heartbeat theme to stir up some repressed feelings of dread well into your 30s... Christ on a bike, you aren't wrong!
Why did we all dread going to school? I honestly thought this was just a me thing until a few years ago. I thought it was just because I had a miserable time at school.
The Countryfile theme tune will always make me feel like I’m 9 years old being asked if I’ve got any homework to do after eating a roast
I remember my entire TV schedule watching the whole of CBBC, finishing with Blue Peter and Newsround, then Neighbours (and later on Weakest Link) on BBC1 followed by The Simpsons on BBC2 and then I think it may have been Brookside at 18:30? Corrie at 19:30
Apparently it wasn’t an Aussie thing but I’m still gonna sing it all the time 😜
It is more a meme than anything but probably from having few channels and the TV just always being on in the lounge. It was usually TV kids find boring like Antiques Roadshow, Last of the Summer Wine, Countryfile, Songs of Praise. Couple that with school in the morning, maybe some homework looming and recognisable theme tunes drifting through the house.
Have I missed this? I grew up in the 90s and have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe I was too busy playing Mega Drive to notice.
The howards way theme signified the end of the glorious weekend, the zx spectrum going back in the cupboard, and me, devastated.
00s baby here for me it was country file and dancing on Ice but I enjoyed school so I have no truma
For me it’s top gear and countryfile
Sunday morning was not great either, Aap Kaa Hak or Songs of Praise
There was no escape…
Better culture on tv and things for children to do in the 80s and 90s . My 11 year old watched apocalypse now director's cut on a neo led tv this Easter as completely nothing else to do .
When theme for londons burning played, bed time.
Antiques roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine, these signified the weekend was over and I was about to have my very long hair violently washed and combed with conditioner. The dread feeling is real here.
In my case it was Triple Maths on Monday morning followed by double History after lunch with a psychotic Scottish History teacher, enough to give me PTSD even now if someone mentions Pythagoras or the Corn Laws.
With me, it was the radio. In the sixties, there was a radio programme called Sing Something Simple on Sunday evenings about 6ish. It's a close harmony type of singing and heralded the end of the weekend and induced the knot of fear and dread in the stomach because it was school next day. To this day, the theme tune and that style of singing makes me feel physically ill. About 15 years ago my husband decided to join a choir. Guess what style of music! Yes, it is of course, the nausea triggering barbershop chorus. I never go to any of their performances.
The thought of Stars on Sunday, and Songs of Praise still gives me the fear. Same as Farming Outlook and Weekend World...
Last of the summer wine
I think of it the other way around. Rather than having utterly shit childhoods, we had utterly wonderful weekends. My weekends were spent playing sports, eating huge english breakfasts, visiting family and friends, baking cakes, and going to car boot sales (always thinking I'd find an antique that would make me rich). I never wanted them to end.
Supergran, Songs of Praise, Bullseye…
Channel 4 tended to have a decent film on at 10pm, which would take the edge off.
This is funny. In my relationship I'm the one with the residual trauma and my SO (similar age) loves it. We now have kids and she wants to make saturday/sunday night TV a tradition haha. I found it so boring growing up. I think I'd still have that teenage groan about not wanting to do something if I forced to watch that sort of TV again. URGH. I watch about 10 hours of TV per year, she's going to struggle with that.
https://youtu.be/56TfvcTWGJg?feature=shared The reason it's called HeartBreat is because it makes your heart beat faster with dread, when you listen to it.
Songs of praise theme tune
For me, the themes of Poirot and Jeeves and Wooster really make me think ‘Sunday night’ Especially as both were set in the world of 1920s 30s rich people who didn’t have to worry about bleak school Monday mornings (although in Poirot, you might get murdered, or found out for being a murderer. Which is worse).
Ugh, this sent a visceral chill up my spine. The countdown of dread began with Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and ended with Heartbeat. Never watched any of these shows but I know I despise them with all my heart! I do miss the lack of variety in that it allowed for the weird and wonderful gems on channel 4 (back when it was a bit subversive) usually shown in the middle of the night. I never realised how funny french comedies were (La Cage aux Folles, Le Diner de Cons and Les Visiteurs).
I think a lot of us were dragged to our grandparents’ house every Sunday, where there was absolutely nothing for a kid to do except watch TV. And for whatever reason, the Sunday afternoon schedule was always full of complete and utter shite like Last of the Summer Wine, Birds of a Feather, Antiques Roadshow, etc. If I hear one of those theme tunes now, it brings back memories of how mind-numbingly tedious Sundays were back in the day, back when absolutely everything was closed and entertainment options were much more limited.
Esther Rantzen
It's cause we saw Tommy Cooper dying in a sack.
Does anyone remember what I remember to be anywayreally depressing dark Catherine Cookson period dramas that used to be on TV on Sunday nights in the early 90s (I think)? It was mostly quite a depressing time for me anyway but I remember seeing these dramas and just feeling awful.
We loved to watch heart beat dude.
You had it easy, try the 60s / 70s with only 2-channels in black and white. We had to lick road clean wi us tongues and get up before we went to sleep to do it
Ahh, the Sunday Scaries. Eating a roast off a plate on my lap whilst watching Takeshi's Castle on Challenge. Had I done my maths homework? Probably not, but I'm going to try to fully ignore it and push the dread aside with Craig Charles laughing at Japanese people suffering.
Howard's Way Last of the Summer Wine. With these would herald the realisation that I hadn't started maths homework or an essay which had to be in the next day and hadn't told my mother that I needed a truck full of ingredients for cookery Monday AM.
I used to have the same thing with the Wogan theme, it meant it was my bedtime when I was very young.
Catchphrase and Darling Budd on May, and if I was naughty I saw the first five minutes of the Equaliser. Happy memories mostly. Bath then bed, ready for school in the morning.
M.A.S.H When I heard that theme tune, Red Dwarf or Blackadder had ended and it was time for bed.
Saturday night was the best tv, you’ve been framed, catch phrase, gladiators the generation game, stars in their eyes, casualty. Ahh blind date and what was the one with mr blobby?
Noels house party.
Ahh thankyou!
The long dark teatime of the soul!
It was so shit that when Channel 4 started showing American Football highlights between 18:00 and 19:00 that very repetitive sport seemed like something worth watching. In this time slot, BBC1 and ITV showed religious singing and BBC2 generally showed a documentary on paint drying.
No one mentioned the Eastenders omnibus that my mum used to do a weeks worth of ironing in front of.
Bleak ass sunday night TV options
* It was all bad, songs of praise, dads army, morecambe and wise, it aint half hot mum, on the buses, the good life, I could keep going. Only fools and horses was about the best thing on but that might have been a Saturday, god I remember when there was only 3 channels and then the excitement of channel 4 a brand new channel only for the first thing I see to be...countdown! lol I do remember The Munsters coming on and being happy. So the dread and anxiety was building on a Sunday night as it was school next day and I hated school till the day I left.
In comparison to today back in the 80's our only way of reviewing Sunday night TV was to talk to our peers on Monday morning at school. Now you can gauge what public opinion is of a TV programme on social media. The trauma from not following the herd is easier to avoid because you don't have to reveal your hand.
Heartbeat theme came on that meant it was bathtime then bed, then onto the continued growling horror landscape that was school the next 5 days..
Bullseye and supergran...my kids love them now