Those of a similar generation to the present writer will be able vividly to recall just how dull it was to grow up as a child in Britain during the 1950s.
The Goons, Billy Cotton, and then Hancock’s Half Hour on the BBC Home Service (now Radio 4) in the background, over a bland but nutritious and entirely alcohol-free Sunday lunch – for the adults as well, that is!
Then followed a walk to the local park for a desultory kick around of a football, before home to tea of jam and bread, with a few squashed fly-biscuits or a slice or two of Jamaica ginger-cake as well if lucky, all eaten to the accompanying strains of a worthy but dull edifying black and white TV programme, before homework and an early bed in preparation for the school-week ahead.
Back then cinemas did not open on Sundays before the evening. Nor were any professional football matches played on that day. Pubs opened briefly for an hour or so at lunch-time, and the local high street was practically deserted with all shops shut apart from corner newsagents and convenience stores.
It wasn’t just post-war austerity at work here.
Much of the dullness of a traditional British Sunday back then -- and even well before, since, as I recall, even Friedrich Nietzsche commented on their dullness in Beyond Good and Evil -- was deliberate.
Sunday trading laws imposed severe restrictions on trading and entertainment to preserve and protect the sanctity of the Christian Sabbath.