22/02/2026
So over the years with learn a few things about a few things and one of them is how to do the perfect Sunday.
It’s all about starting with the right intentions; you’ve got to get up & start the day off strong with something wholesome, you know the kind of thing we mean. A car boot sale. An antique shop. Watching your kid fail miserably some sport. Are the old classic, a big Sunday walk.
After devoting a very short time to any of these activities, one of you will announce that that’s more than enough of this kind of thing; usually when you realise you don’t need any of someone else’s tat or that you don’t have the right shoes for hiking & it’s obviously, that it’s raining.
It is around this time that someone will look around and suggest hopefully…”pub?” and everyone involved will be very happy about this decision.
You should head to the pub, either one where everyone knows you or one you’ve never been to before but have heard a lot of good things about. Brownie points if it has a fireplace. Somewhere cosy, with wooden beams, real ales & a good crowd already assembled at the bar. The perfect Sunday at this point demands a pint.
Seeing as you’re already at the pub, surrounded by people enjoying themselves, you should also decide that you can’t be arsed cooking this evening & stay for a roast. Now we are obviously we are pretty biased but the roast should probably include beef that’s still pink, gravy made from bovril & potatoes cooked in pork fat. It’s also imperative that the Sunday roast weigh around the same as a small child, you should also at this point probably have a second pint.
When your roast arrives & is proudly presented in front of you, you should make a little complementary noise, order yourself a red wine & absolutely demolish it. You should announce to everyone that you are too full, that you’ve got eyes bigger than your belly & you couldn’t possibly eat another thing. Then when someone approaches the table & asks if you want to see a desert menu, you will say “oh, we’ll have a look”.
At this point you should make your way home, full, warm & happy. Promptly bin off the rest of the responsibilities for your day. No making lunch for tomorrow, no ironing work stuff. You should probably leave it all for the morning. Fall asleep in front of the tv watching any crap.
Drifting off there in the armchair, full of gravy and sticky toffee pudding having spent an afternoon with people you love in a place that is very very grateful for you visiting, you can doze off knowing full well you’ve done your Sunday really really well.
This has been a public service announcement from the Team McNeeney press office on behalf of overindulging, of rarely denying yourself a treat & generally living the good life.
Happy Sunday Rochdale.