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?

sitting in a house in Vancouver after getting in from a telephone job, staying in the house with other travellers and all cooking dinner together with whatever food we have.

Id been away 11 months and nearly time to go home to uk...

Skulking in my bedroom. I was an ugly, unpopular 15 year old, nuff said.

I'm 16 and about to start 6th form in a few weeks. I'm out with my best friend, smoking Silk Cut and underage drinking in the town's student pub. Later we'll get a lift back to hers with her older brother. We'll stay up late watching our favourite videos.
It seems like yesterday!

Snuggled up or making out with my first love… oh how I miss those times, they were some of the best times of my life!🥰

@Rebelmcstreettuff do you still live near Birmingham? Snobs still seems popular with 17 year olds today! Don't know if it's the original club from the 80s but it was the first club DS and his friends went to a few years back .

@Sparklingbrook I remember Millionnaire's. We also used to go to the Dome .

1989 I think I wore a short tight black dress and stilettos. I was early 20s and had recently moved into my own flat . Not sure how I still afforded clubbing . I don't think I used to eat much!

I'm 20 & living in London.
A group of us were supposed to go to Reading festival at the end of the month, but last year one of our friends went & somebody pushed a car onto a bonfire which meant he came back without eyebrows.

We're off to Notting Hill Carnival instead as my mother in law to be is going to babysit our 1 year old son & I'm going to dance until I have to be carried home by my fiance.

We've been to see Indiana Jones & My Left foot at the cinema in the past few weeks.
It's our last summer as he is going to pass away by the end of the year before we get married, but in August 1989 everything was full of hope & we were very much in love.

Bon Jovi, Alice Cooper & Cliff Richard are in the charts at the same time as Kylie Minogue, Chaka Khan & Prince.

I’m an au pair for the summer in a small coastal town in the USA. My friend and I have Saturday nights off.
We drive to the shopping mall - clothes are different (and cheaper) to home and it’s a novelty to go clothes shop in the evening (unlike UK back then). Then maybe go and watch a film.
We then head to a diner in the next town for huge ice creams - so many new flavours and brands like Ben & Jerrys we’ve never heard of. We smoke a few cigarettes and have a moan. Neither of us are really smokers, but it feels like something fun/rebellious to do when away from the families! 😊

Very occasionally on a Saturday we head to a bar. We’re under the US drinking age but have (v.bad) fake ID and the local fishermen buy us drinks so we get away with it. 😀

Had a side job which I could only do on Saturdays because it had to tie in with a foreign (non western) country. I would go in around 9am but not leave until close on 10pm. Long days, but I was paid an absolute fortune then. The day rate was something like £480. That was high in 1989.

I’m 11 and living in the Sussex countryside. I probably went horse riding this morning, or maybe went round to my neighbour, Angela’s house. I just put the tent up in the back garden, my friend has come for a sleepover and my dad’s doing steak and sausages on the barbecue.
We’ll stay up and chat about Keanu Reeves and then maybe I’ll stay at hers for a bit tomorrow because, huge excitement, her parents have put in a pool. It’s the first person I’ve known with a pool in their back garden and we spend literal hours in there.

Living in Germany, just married in the March to my first husband who was a soldier, I was so young, only 19! We'd probably have been out somewhere - shopping, eating, drinking or with friends having a lovely time, no children so very free. Was a great time tbh. He would be sent to the Gulf War the following August and that was a terrifying, lonely time for all the young wives I knew, but for the time being before that happened, things were so much fun

I'd have been 4. We'd have either travelled down to my Grandma and Grandads for the football and stayed overnight. Or I might have slept over at my Nana and Grandads if football wasn't on. Or maybe even had a Friend to sleep over or me sleep over at theirs. No matter which one it was it was always the highlight of my week

I got married in June 1989 so having a pleasant evening with my husband after putting my horses to bed

Out in the local pub or at the cricket club with my friend.

Saturdays were busy with morning classes then visit the grandparents on a typical day. I'd have been a few years old so not long before bedtime.

I’m nearly 21, newly down from university after finals. It has been a bittersweet time - a long, hot summer of exams and parties and results and farewells to people and places. This weekend I am celebrating my sister’s 18th with her, but I have a list of things to get done before I go off to the US for postgrad. I need lots of unpleasant jabs for my J1 visa, and I will take (and fail) my driving test. My university boyfriend is heading off elsewhere for postgrad, so there will be tearful goodbyes before we free each other up to meet others. Which we will…soon!

I was 20 and heavily pregnant with DS after losing twins the previous year so a tense time. We'd not long moved into our first home; no central heating or double glazing. We've spent the morning with my inlaws. FIL calls the bookies to place his bets and MIL would be knelt on the floor playing Patience. Come the evening we'd watch a Carry On film and eat sausage batches with DD age 2. Simpler times and a 100% mortgage at age 19!

I was 19 and in the WRNS, based at a naval base in Fareham, Hampshire. I'd have been getting ready for the Saturday night 'bop' in the NAAFI and wondering which young trainee sailor I might get to snog 😁

In my first job after university and living in staff flats. Last night we moved between the kitchens in different flats, playing our latest vinyl and drinking. At some point the fire alarm goes off, and we stand in the car park for 20 minutes while the building is checked. I am wearing pale cotton clothes from Mark One and some very dodgy stilettos which click on the concrete stairs. I have an unrequited crush on the guy from the flat upstairs but have just met someone who will end up being my partner for the next 8 years.

I was 6, my brother was 10. We'd have spent our Saturday mornings in Harlow with our parents doing the food shop and browsing.

I'd have a Happy meal for my lunch and want to sit on the mushroom kiddies tables. I'd only manage half the burger - the other half would be snapped up by my big bro.
We'd visit my grandparents in the afternoon or head home for an ice cream soda (ice cream and lemonade) and play on our bikes in the garden.
Saturday night tea would be quick and easy and we'd watch the A-team or some other Saturday night tv, before a story and my bedtime at 7.

Me and bro shared a yellow bedroom, my bunk was on the bottom and I had My Little Pony covers. Our curtains had insect characters playing musical instruments on them.

I'm 16 and on holiday in the US for the first time, with my parents and my younger brother. We've travelled to NYC, LA, and San Francisco and had an amazing time. I've flown in a tiny two-engine plane over the Grand Canyon, got heatstroke in Las Vegas, put my hands in Marilyn Monroe's handprints in LA and seen New York at night from the top of the Empire State. It's been the best holiday ever and don't want to go back home as I know my disappointing GCSE results will probably be waiting for me.

It's August 1989, and I've just turned 19. I'm interrailing round Europe with my boyfriend.

On the night in question, we've found beds for the night in a nunnery in Venice. We're chatting and having beers with friends we've just made, and we're all about to go off and find some food.

In a day or two, we'll be catching a train to Lublijana in Yugoslavia, where it will rain non-stop while we're there. We'll struggle to find a bed for the night until a kind woman in the University's halls of residence takes pity on us and finds us a bed on a deserted corridor. Spooky, but dry!

Ah happy memories ☺️

working until 9pm, then cafe with friends, boyfriend until 11pm.

I was 5. Probably watching Allo Allo. I think we used to also watch Jeremy Beadle and Paul Daniel’s magic show.
We always had chips for tea on a Saturday so was my favourite tea of the week.

I am 19 and working in Maine with Camp America having a blast. Just finished first year in uni and my mum is coming over in a few weeks and we're going travelling down the East coast of the States together.

I’m out clubbing with my new boyfriend (later fiancé, now very much an ex, but it was glorious fun whilst it lasted).