Remember grunge?
Back in the early 90s, cred people like me despised Pearl Jam as a corporate shadow of authentic artists like Nirvana. Twelve years and Nickelback later, I wailed to my ex-boyfriend from that era "I didn't know I was going to get to a point where I hear 'Alive' on the radio and think it sounded pretty good!!!"

I used to go out with a guy nearly five years younger than me, which was usually ok - we had similar fond memories of the A-Team, Back to the Future etc - but every once in a while I'd say something like "How awesome was [insert name of obscure 80s kid's show here]??" and then have to explain it.

Finally, I have developed an interest in teenage boys. I was working at a radio station recently when we had a live-to-air with some shitty faux-ska-punk band, and a huge group of teenagers turned up, with some frankly incredible looking young boys in suits and hats and the bad hair that is currently fashionable. I expect to be visited by police officers soon. I am 32.

That is all.
(Emily Bruce-Dickinson http://jovialfellow.blogspot.com/, Sat 30 Oct 2004, 16:06, closed)