It's the Friday before Christmas (mad Friday) in 1994. What are you upto?!

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I have just picked my mail up for the week as I have been on Holiday and I been sent a medical appointment through for a mini op on 'mad Friday' which will lead me to spending the eve in my pjs it got me thinking.

In 1994 I'd have knocked off work at lunch time - I would have gone with my mates Angie and Fiona who I worked with to the bars near my work and we would be firmly on the 'lash'.

I'd probably have got changed in the toilets at work into something I might be able to fit one leg into now 😆 probably some sort of black Mini dress.

This would be the last Christmas of singledom before I met my husband the following summer and I probably won't spend much that night!

1994 mad Friday ... What are you upto?

Rubbing my tummy in a warm bath, 7 months expectant with our first child, whilst my husband cooked dinner.

@Hope09071981 sorry to hear that

I would have been 20, in a crappy job but with great people. Living with my long term boyfriend, but not my first long term boyfriend - at 20!

A Friday night in December 1994? Maybe down the Grey Horse where beer was £1 a pint, with my flatmate. It was my second year of teaching and my boyfriend (now DH) was living far away as he couldn't get a job locally so I was a bit sad and lost that year. Mind you Fridays was the day he came home for the weekend in his swanky company car, most weekends, so I was probably shagging tbh!

I’d have been 10! Still a believer, still excited.
christmas shopping / baking with my mum or playing with my cousins.
wish i was back there!

I was 17 so would have been off to some club night somewhere taking ecstasy and having an amazing time.

Probably staying over at my new boyfriends flat (or he's at mine) . We've only been seeing each other a month but I think he might be a keeper...

I would have been 6. I had a new baby brother, I adored him (still do, the twat.) I don't remember much about it but I think my grandma would have been making her way up on the train that weekend. She loved Christmas so much, she was like a big kid (not just about Christmas, which was incredibly frustrating at times, but lovely in December!)

I’d have been freelancing at the number one company in my industry, my career was going really well, I probably finished early and went for drinks before meeting my husband of six weeks. I would have been looking forward to opening my present from my husband, he’d been telling me I was going to love it and had really been bigging it up.

The present turned out to be an anorak, ok it was an expensive goretex one, but anyone who knows me knows I could never be excited by such a thing.

we were divorced a couple of years later.

I was 16, having the time of my life, likely would have been drinking vodka or cider and smoking Embassy no.1 on the streets or at a house party. I’d probably be wearing an oversized denim shirt with a body on underneath or oversized checked shirt with jeans and either Caterpillar boots or Kickers, with a choker and Heather shimmer lipstick
Take me back

I'm sipping at orange juice - or mineral water - because I'm pregnant with my second child! (Due early March 1995!)

Feeling the size of a hippo and struggling to squeeze in between people in the shops.

Popping to see my parents (who were still alive then) with a hamper of goodies I've made for them. (A bottle of QC Sherry, shortcake biscuits, mince pies, a bottle of whiskey, a block of cheddar cheese, some cream crackers, dates and figs, walnuts, peanuts, a pack of cheese savouries, a pack of sugary orange and lemon slices, and a Cadburys Chocolate Log.)

Then I'm coming home and wrapping some gifts, and posting cards through neighbours letterboxes. (Probably walking through 3" to 4" of snow.) ☃❄🌨

So the Friday before Christmas in 1994 was the 23rd ( I looked it up)
I was 6, most likely at my nans house during the day because back then schools always finished on the 18th/19th. I would have then been out on the landing of our building with my bestie who lived opposite, until god knows what time and then my dad probably would have taken us to see Santa at some point. And we would have gone shopping….cant remember a whole lot of detail, but a few things come to mind.

I was 13. We had moved to our house the year before for what must have been meant as a fresh start for my parents as my Dad had been very ill with a brain tumour and lost his job. Not long before that Christmas, my Dad found out he had a second tumour and went back into hospital for another operation. He told me that the return of the tumour was my fault because I was a stroppy teenager and the stress of that had made him ill. He put it in much worse words then that. He told me that he didn't love me any more because it made him ill. Years of therapy has never really made that wound better.

Life was just very hard at home then, as he was ill and needed to have radiotherapy. I understand it differently now I'm older, and have my own child. But at the time, I was just full of anger and sadness and hate for my father for what he said to me. I remember one afternoon my Mum went to town and I asked for a cassette and she just bought it for me, even though money was extremely tight and ordinarily she would have said no. Now I have my daughter I realise she was trying to overcompensate for what was going on.

I remember rehearsing for a play at drama club even though I can't remember what it was. I remember the world still had my grandparents in it, and the thought of all our lives then just makes me want to weep.

I would have finished work for Christmas and been home with DS1 (single parent). Probably wrapping presents once he was asleep.

On my mind would have been the kiss I’d had at the works Christmas do the week before with a much younger colleague when we suddenly found ourselves alone. Nothing could come of it surely?

It did

I think I was having an argument with my stepdad, because I was so depressed over Christmas with him and my mum and baby sibling that I'd arranged to spend the next evening (Christmas eve) going to carols at St Martin's in the Fields with a gay American man I'd met in my first term at Oxford, who was doing a phd in homosexually in psychoanalysis, which didn't go down well with my stepdad because he was (still is) somewhat homophobic.

My first child was born in may 94, maternity pay was crap then so l went back to work he was 16 weeks old, his first Christmas we went to my parents on Christmas eve and stayed 3 days, typically he got some bug and vomited all Chris eve.
I was 26 and really missing my single childless life🤣
So the 23rd l was probaley packing after work..

I really surprised myself by knowing immediately, when I read the OP, that it was the 23rd. I remembered Christmas eve being on a Saturday that year, all these years later!

Getting out of the hospital after giving birth to my first born. Perfectly straight forward birth but I was in for 4 nights after that as they kept you in for what seemed like ages in those days.

Boyzone were on everything with 'Love me for a reason' 😍.

PS Any suggestions of what to buy him for his 30th bday will be greatly received!

I would have been 17, so I would have been out in Bristol, first to the Horn and Trumpet, then the Artichoke and then onto Ritzy. Odyssey was a better club, but was over 21 on a Friday so we wouldn't have got in.

I had long slightly wild hair, was a size 10 with killer legs and was wearing a little black dress from Topshop. I've still got it in my wardrobe; it won't even go over my head any more but it holds memories of a carefree and happy time.

I remember that 4 days, l insisted on leaving after 2 days, maternity wards are hell on earth.
I just sent my 30 year old cash this year seemed to make him happy..

By Mad Friday what do you mean, relating to back then? I don't think Mad/Black Friday, as we know it then, existed in 1994! I do recall Mad Friday being related to the traffic on the last Friday before Christmas, which I think you mean.

Anyway it would have been the last day of FE college before the holidays. No doubt thinking about getting ready for going out dancing and drinking underage in nightclub, as I did a couple of times a week back then. Deciding what to wear! Probably a babydoll dress or a crop top with a slogan or heart on, with a mini skirt. And my platform heels.

@honestasever Did you marry him??

In my 20s working in a pub was crazy fun times love to bring them times back again

What a horrific thing to say. So sorry.

Pregnant, so not out drinking! The Friday before Christmas was probably the busiest and most stressful day of the year in the job I had then ( conveyancing) so no chance of leaving early, although I was keen to get home to see DC1, who was a very lovely toddler then. I was probably hosting Christmas that year so preparing for that and frantically wrapping DC's stocking pressies!

Yes. Still very happy 30 years on 😊