Feeling 90s

If there is one thing that I have come to realise in the last few years, it has got to be that people who "grew up in the 90s" and appear to be gazing back to their mysteriously wondrous youth are quite simply liars. Most of them can barely remember the 90s, let alone anything that makes it a great decade. 

What makes me so qualified to judge? Well see, I too am a child of the 90s (technically I was born in the 80s yes, but I like to think my "becoming aware" of my existence didn't REALLY surface until the 90s). To be quite frank, I don't recall thinking it a particularly special period AT THE TIME. Except maybe the fact that bills were a mythical beast that my parents duelled with and if I wanted to be a farmer/fireman/rock star I damn well could be.  

BUT WAIT.

I have recently re-discovered the 90s in a big way. Thank you Netflix and DVD box sets - you have given me a glimpse of the true awesomeness that was 1990-1999. So far I have digested Charmed, several 90s Disney classics and incredibly Buffy the Vampire Slayer (thankfully not all in the same movie or mother dear would have been crying at The Little Mermaid for a whole other reason!). Yes, there has been no decade that really has managed to capture the vital importance of 16 year old bad ass students or managed to get us all obsessed with vampires....oh wait....yeah, let's omit twilight from this. Ruins the point see. 

Was it the end of the millennium that made the world to so gothy? All the best tv had demons in - we've already mentioned a couple but let's not forget The Demon Headmaster - possibly the most freaky set of books and kids episodes ever. And yet somehow I yearn to be him.... 

I do recall the beautiful simplicity of shows ala 90s. Who needs special effects and complex storylines when you have a 50p coin that grants you wishes when you rub the monarch's nose? I can't possibly be the only one who spent a good 5 years rubbing desperately at our lizzy's nostrils in the hopes of getting a mega drive for Christmas. Ironically it worked just as the playstation arrived on the scene. 

That was a turning point wasn't it just. Good bye non-obese children of the world, so long social clubs. Hello Crash Bandicoot. Many many hours of my life waste....erm...spent well. I feel I gained some excellent social skills bouncing on boxes and collecting apples. Who doesn't need to know the difference between running towards the screen and into it? At this point I must raise protest that I can no longer play those games on these new fangled Playstation consoles. Why should I have to buy it again and download it?!

When all is said and done, the now entertaining part of the 90s was the end. Show of hands: who felt a little awkward when the world didn't end and the computers didn't rise up when the clock struck midnight? All those middle aged couples who had decided to try putting their car keys in a fruit bowl that night along with those hot young hippies next door, just in case they never had the chance again, suddenly did an awkward turtle dance all the way to the STI clinic the next day. Countless babies conceived that night - who needs a condom when it's the last night of existence?.....ah. Life goes on? Get your coat - we need to see the doctor. 

To be clear I took part in none of that. I was far too young. I was more concerned by the fact the sky was so lit up with fireworks. Now THAT is a good invention. 

Well that's that for now. My thoughts have run dry. Which is slightly worrying. Ahhhh it'll be fine.