My favourite Friday treat is to drive out of the centre of Cambridge, where we live, and go for a swim at the health club I’ve just joined out in the countryside at Quy. It’s a lovely pool, inside a converted barn. Usually it’s just me and a couple of other swimmers there.
My family and I are very close, and they mean more than anything to me, but I’m also the kind of guy who likes to go out with my friends and have a good time on Friday nights.
A lot of my friends, when I was 14 or 15, they were all up and down, wanting to go out on a Friday night, and my dad had me working really late on Fridays and Saturday mornings and even on Sunday mornings. And when I’d finished all that, we used to spend the rest of the time talking about boxing.
Whenever I’m offered a film, I think of a Friday and ask myself if I would go and watch that film or not.
Look, have whatever in your collection at home, but everybody needs a little Friday night. And really, that is Chic.
For 10 years while I was at ESPN, I lived at the Residence Inn in Southington, Connecticut, near Bristol. I did that because my wife had a great job in New York City, and we had a place in New York City, at 54th and 8th. On Friday, I would come back, and then on Sunday evening I would go back to the Residence Inn.
Growing up in San Antonio, I was the dork at the Friday night football games with my head buried in a book – Jack Kerouac or Oscar Wilde, years before I really understood them.
The ‘Friday the 13th’ Jason movies were way too scary for me.
In his 40s, my dad refound his youth a bit, and started going to the West Indian club in Northampton, where I’m from, where the West Indian diaspora would go to socialise on a Friday night, and have a drink and a dance to soca and the like.
After school I went to work at a builders’ merchant in Stoke. After we finished on a Friday, it was down to the Duke of York for a drink with my mates and a game of darts. Unfortunately for them I had a natural talent and nobody could beat me.
Acceptance at home is fundamental, yes, but frankly, it’s just not enough. Trans youth, like most young people, spend the majority of their time at school. If you spent Monday to Friday from 8 to 3 being told that you weren’t okay, that you were wrong, how are you meant to think otherwise?
My mother worked in a school canteen – then worked in the canteen of a chicken factory. Every Friday, the pay packet money would be allocated to cover bills.
My older sister showed me ‘Hellraiser’ when I was, like, 4, and ‘Friday the 13th.’ She kind of scarred me, but I like watching scary movies with people because you’re together in this scary situation. It makes all that more fun.
You did not disturb Hemingway before noon on Monday through Friday – he was in his office, writing the books that made the lifestyle possible.
Typically, we’re on the road from Friday or Saturday until Wednesday morning. Sometimes, the drives aren’t too bad. Sometimes, they’re around a hundred miles, and then sometimes, they’re right at 300, so that can be exhausting.
Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I’d take them all to dinner. All runaways.
Some days I have off like Thursday and Sunday but typically Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday are dedicated to training if I’m in fight camp.
We have dinner every single night, Monday through Friday, with our children. We sit down around 6 or 6:30 and it’s a family dinner – it’s time to check in, just to be around each other.
Andy Paley got us a show opening for his band at an outdoor show at Simmon’s College, on a Friday.
I never watch anything live, I record all my programmes and have a real binge on a Friday night and watch them all.
I do like escapism. I like going to the movies on a Friday night and seeing something fun.
People are surprised at how down-to-earth I am. I like to stay home on Friday nights and listen to ‘The Art of Happiness’ by the Dalai Lama.
I buried my dad on a Thursday and showed up for work on Friday.
Although I am not Jewish, I have been to many Friday night Shabbats at my friends houses, and I absolutely love it. It’s a great and inspiring tradition to keep the family close.
I was still with Sunderland at the time of my first cap in 2010, and I remember getting the text to let me know that I was going to be called up to the squad – it was a Friday night, and I was in a hotel in London because we were playing Chelsea the next day.
I had a fifth grade teacher who, as a very small way of trying to contain my class clown energy, gave me 10 minutes at the end of class every Friday to present whatever I wanted. A lot of the time, I did an Andy Rooney impression. I would sit at her desk, empty it, and just comment on what was in there.
I’m half Puerto Rican and every Friday we have rice and beans and chicken in my house – so that’s like a very Latin staple. It’s just so comforting. I look forward to every single Friday because I just can’t wait for my rice and beans and chicken.
I didn’t actually start to play till I was about 10. My father came home from work a Friday and he said: ‘Would you like to learn to play the guitar?’ I said: ‘Yeah! I’d love to try!’ But I didn’t think for one moment that I’d be able to do it.
You have to budget time for the inevitable problems that come up with children. You have to always be ahead of the game. If your proposal is due at NASA on Friday, it has to be finished on Wednesday because, on Thursday, it could be fevers and head lice.
Well, I get my subject on Wednesday night; I think it out carefully on Thursday, and make my rough sketch; on Friday morning I begin, and stick to it all day, with my nose well down on the block.
When it moved to Friday night it disappeared, when they find another show that can do what The Simpsons does, they will be delighted to do cancel The Simpsons.
‘Greek Street’ is a very strange beast. I think of it as ‘The Long Good Friday’ meets ‘Agamemnon.’ A way of using those fantastically rich stories from Greek tragedy to take a look at our world and to explore some of the things I think about this world.
I remember once in junior high school, on a Friday, my mom came home from work and said to my brother and I, ‘You know, between us, we have only 27 cents, but we have food in the refrigerator, we have our little garden out back, and we’re happy, so we are rich.’
Deep down, I have always been 72 years old. In college, my friends used to make fun of me because I would sometimes skip a Friday night party to stay in my dorm room watching Turner Classic Movies.
Just as there are many Jews who keep the Friday ritual in their home despite describing themselves as atheists, I am a ‘tribal Christian,’ happy to attend church services.
I’m Jewish, but not overly religious, and have certainly never formally observed the Fourth Commandment, other than via the tradition of wearing white on Friday nights at summer camp, which never seemed to dovetail with the fact that Fridays were also the night for grape juice.
I came home every Friday afternoon, riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.
I’ve had two cancer bouts in my years on the Court, and the first one, Justice O’Connor told me, ‘Now, you do the chemotherapy on Friday because you’ll get over it during the weekend and you can be back in court on Monday.’
I do like escapism. I like going to the movies on a Friday night and seeing something fun.
Your Friday and Saturday nights are sacred. When a new guy asks for a prime-time date early on, suggest drinks and make him the warm-up.
As a professional ballet dancer, I have to accept that weekends are about work. The notion of a leisurely break with all the buzz and excitement of a Friday night simply doesn’t exist for me.
My recipe for bliss on a Friday night consists of a ‘New York Times’ crossword puzzle and a new episode of ‘Homicide;’ Saturdays and Sundays are oriented around walks in the woods with the dog, human companion in tow some of the time but not always.
I was in a form of a prison: not necessarily with bars, but I was locked to that machine three days a week, and I couldn’t plan work, I couldn’t plan vacations, I couldn’t plan dinner, I couldn’t plan homework, I couldn’t plan nothing because at the end of the day, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I had to be at dialysis.
You may have heard of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. There’s another day you might want to know about: Giving Tuesday. The idea is pretty straightforward. On the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, shoppers take a break from their gift-buying and donate what they can to charity.
