Dr Karl of Neighbours fame, snapped by me in 2011. Inexplicably, the actor Alan Fletcher, signed my autograph as Dr. KK. |
I have a weird relationship with the nineties, in that I don't really think about it much at all. Obviously during that time, lots of things happened that are now classed as happy memories. But as a period of time in its own right, I let it pass me by when I'm in a reminiscing mood. This makes no sense considering my age. I was twelve in 1990, and twenty-one at the end of the decade. Everything of interest happened to me during that period, and yet when I think of my favourite decade, it's always the one before. The one that saw me go from two to twelve. The eighties were my era. At least in the way I view things, they were. The reality might be less clear cut.
My wish came true! It's just a shame it was a fancy dress party in 2013. |
What's that? Oh yeah. Excuse me, but it's just me forgetting how the brain works. It's just me and my dust-covered Psychology A Level being thick about memory and retention. It's just me forgetting all about the basic function of the hippocampus. You know, the bit that's concerned with memory and recall. Because, when I put my brain into gear and think about my brain for a second, I know that the reason I don't remember the nineties stuff quite so well is that I don't rehearse it. If I don't watch programmes like I Love the 90s every time they're broadcast then I don't rehearse what I remember from the time. If I don't play Oasis and Blur every minute of the day, then I'm not making links between that music and the events that were taking place when they were in the charts. If I don't rehearse it, it's not in the conscious part of my brain. It's still there, but somewhere deep down. It takes more work to unearth.
Nineties Nicky |
I'd really enjoyed This Life in 1996, though, so I set my planner. I figured it would be nice to revisit when I had a bit of spare time. I was in no rush. It was well over and we'd all moved on. I thought it might be worth a quick look though, when there was nothing else on. Wrong much? Absolutely. From the second I started to watch last week, it was like being on a rollercoaster. The emotional, gut-twisty, kind. The kind that makes your knuckles white and your stomach jump into your your month. All it took was the opening notes. The immediately familiar guitar riff burst through the screen and I was dragged back to being eighteen, irrespective of whether I wanted to be. The blatant nineties sound, coupled with the look of the whole thing was just so visceral. Everything was relatable. It was exactly like now but from the past. Everyone smoked. Everyone talked about sex. There was no Internet and no mobile phones. Not like now, anyway. Only one character had one - the drug-addicted Delilah, who was the obnoxious girlfriend of Miles. Her phone was like a historical exhibit from a telecoms museum.** Anna was still an utter legend (many reviews noted her influence on the character of Fleabag) and Miles was still a tit. Egg was still dreaming of wanting more and Milly was still uptight and hard to warm to. (IMHO). And then there was Warren. He was always my favourite deep down. I desperately wanted to be Anna but I was much more likely to go for a pint with Warren. Decades later, it was still the same. I felt old but I also felt like me. I had changed but I hadn't. I felt alive and raw as well as smug that I no longer had to hear flatmates shagging when I'm trying to sleep. Getting older isn't all bad, folks. Especially when you realise you've become the authentic older version of your younger self. It's reassuring even when it's weird to comprehend.
From Clockwise from left. Warren, Miles, Anna, Egg, and Milly. Click here for photo source. |
1990. It's as far away from now as 2050. My brother said it felt like yesterday. My brother-in-law said it felt ages ago. I have mixed feelings. It did feel like ages ago, I think. Until I watched This Life again. Then I was confronted with my old self. My old self that feels like my current self except with no achy knee. I think that's the only difference. That and all the experience, wisdom and cynicism I've picked up along the way. So with that profound thought, I'll leave you to unearth your own stuff. I've got an album to listen to.
Have a lovely week, folks.
*Obviously when I think for more than five minutes, I'm sure I can come up with loads more news from the nineties. Already I've remembered Italia '90 and the Euro '96. My point is that it trips off my tongue far easier when I'm thinking of my early years.
** Yes, I said that as a joke, but it exists. If you're ever in the Milton Keynes area, pop in for all your historic telephonic needs.
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