Nostalgia.

Black Jacks, Curly Wurlys, Spangles, Slade, Sweet, Donny Osmond (I know) Jackson 5. Pink Magazine, Tank tops, My mum knitted me one, I insisted on it being pink and white stripes as she'd got my hair cut very short. She thought cute pixie, everyone else on the fucking planet thought: Boy. So I wore the girliest clothes I could find till my hair grew. I was not a girly girl. I'm pretty sure I nearly caused a car crash once, when the driver must've thought he'd seen a boy climbing a tree in mauve flowery hot-pants and a pink crocheted poncho, dear god. Magpie (not Blue Peter), Alberto Balsam Apple shampoo. The Goodies. Chris Kelly's Clapperboard and Screen Test.