I've just had "The Best of the Word" playing in the back ground as I revise for a job interview and I'm suddenly a wash with memories of my teenage years. Danni Behr Mmmmmmm. 1995, aged 16, was my first foray into drinking in a real pub of a Friday night, being invited to house parties by my big sisters friends, getting drunk on Guinness Enigma. Malabu and coke was seen as a sophisticated drink. Smoking Lucky Strike cos' I did not want to smoke hash. Snogging mates sisters. Boob's. Boob tubes........ Boobs. My fashion sense was good, DM's of various styles, Steel Toe, Ox Blood. A load of shocking shirts, USA Flag shirt, Surf shirts, Hawaiian shirts, Grunge T's, Ripped Jeans and board shorts. Where did it all go wrong?????? I think I'm having a mid life crisis and I want the 1990's back. I feel a reunion with my old mates are on the cards quickly followed by a major bender. Todays fashion is fvcking shite and the youth culture suck the cum stains off a Dutch whores gusset.