I've given up hope for Lent.
Actually, fasting isn't what it was. When my mother was young, you had to fast for twelve hours before Holy Communion. By the time I was a nipper it had dropped to three hours, then one hour. By now I expect you're OK as long as you're not actually eating as you approach the altar rails. I guess God must be getting more lenient in His old age.
The other thing on Good Friday was a Mass (mostly in Latin) that seemed to go on for ever, and which included a prayer for the conversion of the Jews. You couldn't have that now, of course. It's PC gone mad, I tell you!