Me too but there was no microwave, I'd put the plate on a pan of boiling water......ha! did that a lotStarving after a night on the ale is par for the course. I can still recall the roast dinners my mum used to have waiting for me after a Sunday lunchtime session. The best drink of the week followed by the best meal of the week.
An honorable mention must go to the humble kebab, which always tastes ten times better after a gallon of ale.
Me too but there was no microwave, I'd put the plate on a pan of boiling water......ha! did that a lot
Ha ha no way was only saying the same thing the other day. We also mentioned how we'd go for a few at dinner on Xmas day but I think pubs still do that today. But defo used to love Sunday drinking. We'd go out Saturday night, crash at my mates in walshaw who lived 5 doors down from the woolpack, get in there for 12 til 3 and then head over to Whitefield, shower and food and into the Albert at 7. Ah happy days.I never had to microwave a Sunday dinner. Last orders at 2, kicked out at 2.30 and home before 3. A big fat roast dinner and back in bed before 4. Alarm set for 6, a quick shower and back in the pub at opening time, bang on 7 bells. God I miss 80's pub culture and Sunday drinking in particular.
Strangely enough, my local was called The Woolpack too. On Xmas day there would always be a free shot of whisky waiting for you when you walked in.Ha ha no way was only saying the same thing the other day. We also mentioned how we'd go for a few at dinner on Xmas day but I think pubs still do that today. But defo used to love Sunday drinking. We'd go out Saturday night, crash at my mates in walshaw who lived 5 doors down from the woolpack, get in there for 12 til 3 and then head over to Whitefield, shower and food and into the Albert at 7. Ah happy days.