personally i'd go back to 1989, the first year i left home - went out with maxine owen, the fittest girl our school had ever seen, passed my a-levels at a canter, enjoyed a heatwave summer sitting on my @rse on the beach doing f*ck all, had a fantastic holiday in spain and rekindled a love affair from the year before with a truly utterly dreamy spanish girl (still in touch now, ssshh don't tell the missus
) and sucked in the whole change in the culture of british clubbing from kebab-shop fight to loved-up silliness. what a great f*ckin year, full of the joys of young adulthood totally untouched by the sh*te that is real life, absolutely brilliant
so when would you bunch of reprobates and ne'r do wells go back to and why? let's have yer stories....






me off back then!


