Join me in reminiscing, it’s a Saturday night in August 1989 what are you doing...

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I have loved these threads in the past and also have just had a huge wave of nostalgia while making my DC’s dinner, macaroni cheese thinking back to my own childhood and my mother doing the same for me...

Its Saturday night, I’m 9 years old (almost 10) and I’ve been out on my bike all day with my friends, back in for tea and my mum is making macaroni cheese for with tomato ketchup and crushed ready salted crisps on the top (a tradition I both hold dearly and curse my mother for starting with my own DC)

My Dad is back in the door from the football, working not watching (police) and is showered, bare food with a beer, Paul Simon is the vinyl of choice (though I’d rather be watching TOTP’s)

There is fish or steak on the side, and prep for my parents nice Saturday night dinner, mum is counting sweeties (Saturday sweetie night) into 3 bowls for me and my sisters and we will be banished though to the sitting room with the tv while they eat and enjoy a bottle of wine.

The generation game is on the tv and in my Pj’s under a blanket with a bowl mixed with skittles and rolo’s and I keep here my parents merry and chattering in the next room and all is right in world.

What are you up to?

It's the uni summer holidays and I am miserable back at home missing the independence, my friends, and most of all my boyfriend who I got together with just a few months ago. I am utterly broke as my student grant has run out and despite trying really hard I have not been able to find any work for the summer.

I don't know it yet but I am going to get a crappy job in a hotel. The pay is rubbish and the kitchens are hot but I get to be with my boyfriend at the end of every day. He has an equally crappy job working in a cafe in town. We somehow manage to struggle through on these wages until we get back to uni.

that put a smile on my face - the boyfriend is now my husband and we have two children all grown up.

I was 8 and every Saturday night we’d go to the railway club (social club for anyone linked to the railway and their families). My DGM worked on the door collecting the entrance money in her little tin - she knew everyone. I’d go with DM & my DA & cousins were there. We had so much fun playing.

Most people were smoking & I vividly remember my DM drinking snowballs. I was allowed a coke and a packet of crisps. They also played music and I would often dance alone on the dance floor and spin around lots. At 9pm kids had to leave the floor and the oldies did waltzes and proper dances. Fab times :)

Reckon I was probably watching gladiators after being dragged to Saturday night mass

Aw, love these threads! I'd be 8 and having dinner with my mum and dad at home, or possibly at Pizza Hut. The grand plans for the evening would be watching Blind Date, You Bet etc.

HappyI times.

Lol this was me to only I was 15.right down to going.into town with a mate 🤣

I was 14. Can’t really remember 1989 at all. I think I had a perm at that time. I had 3 best friends (and not a whole lot of other friends). Almost certainly Saturday night tv with my family.

I was still incubating in my Mother’s womb 😁

I’m 9 years old, Saturdays were for cleaning the house and doing the weekly shop.

My mum would cook dinner, which was either boiled ribs and cabbage, potato hash, barley soup or spaghetti bolognaise made with a tin of baked beans.

Me and my sister were allowed to stay up till 9pm on Saturday so we would be watching Jim’ll fix it and Bergerac.

They need to bring back You Bet! Great show.

I was 4. Probably bouncing on my trampoline and reading my Spot the Dog books!

In my thirties. Dreaming about my now husband whom I'd met a month ago. Wondering when I'd next see him (we lived in different countries) and where this was going. Little did I know, 33 years ago!

I'm a business consultant with FI group. Been married 12 years. Probably gone out to dinner. Off to Provence at the beginning of September, where on the 3rd we were surprises to see loads of Germans. On saying something in the hôtel he said officers took over, he and his mother were in the house behind. Felt really stupid. We were in Vichy France !

I was 16, down the pub then out clubbing in my high tops! I could afford it because I was working full time by then! And no one cared if you were underage.

Fixing a radar system 😳😳

I would have spent the day marauding around town with friends, got the bus home then mum would have cooked dinner and we'd eat it at the dinner table before settling down in front of any of the aforementioned TV programmes. I don't remember being bored although we did the same thing every week!

I was 20. We'd have all been meeting at the local pub, big group of friends, sitting outside. Then onto town to have a kebab with chilli sauce. Or trip into London for a meal. Oh happy days! Life was so much simpler then it feels 🙂

Em... I was born in August 1989. Sorry!

I was sat outside a pub with my bf at the time absolutely howling at everything he said. That most beautiful man could be an arse but my god he made me laugh.

He was a chef so he also made tea.

I’m driving back from Neusiedlersee in Austria, where I’ve spent the day swimming and sunbathing with my then boyfriend. We decide to drop the car off at my flat and go to a Heuriger in Grinzing where we drink some rough wine and eat some bread and cheese. Or we might head into the Bermuda Triangle for beer and schnitzel.

You mean it was an anniversary of the end of the Occupation? Sorry, I'm a bit confused!

I'd be just shy of 3 so likely getting ready for bed. Either that or at the sea life centre with my parents while they finished work, had so much fun there as a kid.

I'm 8. I've spent the day at my grandparents, and had spaghetti and meatballs or lasgne for dinner (Italian family, best meal of the week). I would have played on my bike all afternoon. After tea would be some TV, maybe Jim'll fix it? Then home for bath and bed at 7.30. My parents were very strict with routine and there was no staying up late. In the summer I used to lay awake for hours watching the room get darker and darker around me and hearing all of the other kids in the street still playing in their gardens. An 8 year old with FOMO!

I was 16, I would have finished at 6pm my Sat job in C&A that I loved arranging all the clothes in size order ready for the Monday morning ladies then crashed out in front of TV after a long shift. My parents were about to leave me for a 6wk trip to OZ. I survived.

Just got back from a year working in Paris and preparing to go to uni, so working part time to consolidate savings.

Newly married, poor as church mice and painting our shabby first house. My then-husband was digging the garden over to level it out and we found loads of old scaffolding from when the house was built (in 1950), plus an intact Belfast sink complete with lead pipe! Happy, happy days.