I remember Saturday nights from my teenage years being exciting times. I would start getting ready about 7 pm and where as now I can complete the three “S’s” in 30 minutes back in the days when personal grooming was so important it would take considerably longer. I concentrated on what to wear which considering I had three shirts and two pairs of trousers to choose from was not difficult. Then it was the hair…………that had to be just right. Up until 1996 I had beautiful dark hair and then one morning a few months into the Carnival Destiny’s inaugural season I woke up…………..looked in the mirror…………and a pudgy Richard Gere was staring back at me.
Once my hair was right, I made sure I had a £5 in my pocket (usually lent to me by Mum or Dad) and then right at 8:30pm Alan’s shiny blue Ford Capri would pull up outside the house accompanied by The Pet Shop Boys or The Communards blaring from the Eight Track Stereo.
