As I recall, there's a Dire Straits song which references "Sunday striptease" as a 'thing'.
A friend who's of that generation and grew up in Barnsley said Sunday afternoon was all about the strippers in t' pubs and clubs.
Must be a Northern thing
, I remember the pubs having live music on a Sunday afternoon, roast potatoes and bangers, packed until about 7 or 8pm and everyone home sleeping it off for work on Monday.
I even remember the days of a proper lunchtime at work and a few pints, my first job, Every Friday, I was given the order to raid the petty cash tin and take the site lads to the pub, from which I never returned to work. Never asked for a receipt either. Saturday got covered for me too.
If I had a heavy Sunday I would never phone in sick, no need, the MD would say " had a good weekend? " go home and see you tomorrow. When I went on holiday, without fail, he would pull cash from his pocket and hand over a wad, more than the actual holiday pay. Now you are just a number and would get a written warning for most of these offences.
Life was so different back then, and very little is better today.