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

[sendwineandastraw]

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?

Im on a boat somewhere on the French Atlantic coast, having fun and getting pregnant sometime on that trip.. DS born 1990 June 1 ...

I was 4, so I had probably been to Ritz video with my dad to rent 2 videos (one for me, one for mam and dad after I went to bed). Then we'll have watched my video and the generation game while having "picky tea" in front of the tv. Crumpets with jam and cheese and something by Mr Kipling. I don't remember Saturday night in the late 80s and 90s involving anything else!

I was 15, so probably babysitting and 'studying' for GCSEs

Same! Although I'm 19.

Being conceived 😂🙈😅

Love this.
I'm 17. I have a summer job working in a hotel In the lake district. I live in staff accommodation with about 8 other people, I'm working hard waitressing and cleaning rooms but I party hard and don't sleep enough.
I've just men husband to be number one. He's older than me and has a car. It's 8.30pm so just now I'm finishing serving dinner to the guests but soon we're running down to the staff cottage to get changed and go to the pub. We drink too much, play pool badly and walk home through black ad starry nights singing and rolling in puddles. I'm so happy and free!

@Sparklingbrook
I graduated to Bobby Brown's a few years later.
RIP to Spanner one of the best bouncers in town.
Loved the back room,my best friend met her now husband outside at the burger van.

Great Post OP

I was swimming around my mother’s uterus 😅 a couple of months off being born!

Having a few drinks in the pub doing last minute planning for our wedding later that month!

I am likely creating lots of yucky nappies and screaming - I'm 7 months old

I would have been out riding my horse in the evening, headed home for a shower and if it wasn't too late I'd head over to see my BF who would either waited in for me since could go to the pub together or would stay in and watch a video and eat pizza

Oh dear 1989 was not a good year for me or my family…

i was 9 and it was the height of my father’s alcoholism so I’m probably hiding upstairs trying not to hear another awful argument, or worried sick that he’s gone AWOL again. My poor mother.The only comfort is that soon things will change for the better, but 1989 is a year I’d rather skip over to be honest….

I'm at the beach in Thailand. Living in a hut

13 year old.. Been playing outside exploring woods and playing on the rope swing my brother made.
Playing tennis with my then 80 something year old granny.
Watching sport with her on telly then going home for tea.
Pies or brides with potatoes and veg.
Then TV watching... Ge eration game maybe?
Then bath and bed

I was in my late twenties and glued to the TV - wondering what would happen.

18, and in my first job will a real pay packet, waiting for my A Level results and hoping I would get to university. As its a Saturday, we would all be out at a local wine bar, drinking the night away.

Late twenties. Living in what I had thought would be my dream house, only days away from working out that if a relationship is not working, there is nothing can make it worth staying.

Wish it hadn't taken me quite so long to work this out. Completely happy that I didn't wait any longer to split up.

I'll have been 12, and loved Saturday night telly so probably watching The Generation Game, Krypton Factor or Challenge Anneka or whatever was on at the time 😁

I would have been 15, with my little gang of friends round one of our houses. There was 5 of us.

There’d be a few 2 litre bottles of cider, some Matchmakers, my mum would have baked chocolate buns and we might have had a pizza.

We’d be dyeing our hair with Shaders and Toners, watching a horror film and reading passages from The Happy Hooker out loud 😳

Sometimes things got a bit raucous and there’d be a drinking game involving soaking various foods on neat gin and eating them.

Happy, silly times 😂

Looking after my 1 year old son.

I’m 24 and living in a horrible flat in central Pretoria with my 3 year old Dd. 1/08/1989 was my sliding door moment. I met a man 20 years older and although we didn’t last our meeting redirected my life. For the better.

We're in holiday in North Wales as we went every year, from age 12 until I left home (and my parents and sister still go).
My sister is burnt bright red and peeling, and complaining about the beach because she hates the beach. We go to the same beach every day because we don't have to pay anything, which means we have a beach 2 miles from the car park and no shop/toilet etc and no one else goes because it's so isolated.
My brother is making sure he has nothing whatsoever to do with any of the chores that are on the list for him to do (we had 1-2 each night for each of us).

I will finish my chores (and possibly my brother's too, as the parents will decide it's too much effort to make him do them ("he finds things so hard") and ask me to do them) then I will go up to my room and find my secret sweet supply (we weren't really allowed sweets) and write my diary which I kept every year on holiday and then read books.

The rest of my family will discuss what to do tomorrow. Unless it really is pouring and freezing cold the answer is "the beach".

I have a lovely time until my sister comes up and says the room's untidy and switches the light off. 🤣

Not a lot. Watching something dreadful on TV like Noel's House Party or Big Break.

6th August 1989.........I'm 31 and 3 years into mourning the LOML who committed suicide by standing in front of an intercity train. I'm probably certifiable, but I didn't know it.

Perhaps I shouldn't post this, but all these years later I'm ok, married (often happy) and I survived.

Still hurts

No idea, was in the grip of PND. I don't remember 1989.
DS2 was born in the March. He was a toddler before I emerged from that.