EVERY so often in a WhatsApp chat, or on the rare occasion I get to see old friends for a real life catch-up, we talk about how relieved we are that the nineties and early noughties live on in memory and a few (very few) physical photos.

In the world of Levi’s, heather shimmer, dewberry, mix tapes and the house phone in the hall where everyone could hear your conversations, the decade’s limited technology now gives us 20:20 vision – only through our rose-tinted glasses.

So rare are the photos of me from that time, my contribution to the latest viral reel of ‘Mom, what were you like in the 90s?’ would consist of… nothing.

No videos, a few photos. Well, maybe one photo from my formal which clearly indicates that I did not know how to apply make-up, and evidences how my first ‘fake tan’ episode was an absolute disaster. I was not, and am still not cut out for the Insta life.

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I loved the 90s. I proudly played........

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