You forgot to mention the vast amounts of sweet stuff (preferrably bought from Woolworths) to be consumed in said afternoon/evening.
Oh the memories. Of having sunday afternoon free to do my homework. Of running into Kev and Paul Kerry when I least expected it. Of listening to conversations I really didn't understand (well, we left you for dead at the bottom of a lake and carried on...etc). Not that I've ever actually played; it just appears to have been in my life for the last 11 years or so.