Netflix’s Stranger Things isn’t just making us obsessed with Winona Ryder all over again, but is also making us nostalgic
Having been selected to work in the food department (remember when Bhs sold food?) I also had to don a white paper cap of the old-fashioned nurse's variety. Weirdly we didn't have to tie our hair up under this cap, so it merely sat on top of my head, held in place by two grips. Every week I prayed that nobody I knew would come in and see me dressed like that.
Getting someone's name right is not rocket science; it just requires a slight amount of observation. Anyone else who has an unusual spelling will know the frustration caused by the folk who simply can't see what's right in front of their face. If I had a pound for every time someone has called me 'Maggie' I'd have holiday home in Tuscany.
I've recently been binge watching a show called Halt and Catch Fire. There are many reasons why I'm drawn to it, but perhaps
I don't sit around feeling sorry for myself as a result of my experiences of growing up gay in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Indeed, there were other factors in my childhood, entirely unrelated to my sexuality, that exerted negative forces on that period of my life.
Forty years ago this week, hapless newbie ghost Fred Mumford teleported himself into a dustbin, marking the start of Rentaghost. First broadcast on Tuesday 6 January 1976, it became a staple of '70s/80s UK children's TV.
If you remember a time when perms, Super Mario and high tops were a thing, then you're going to love this. A couple have
Looking back at all the old photos on display reminded me how simple life was back then, and just how different my own school experience is from that of my children. It's inspired me to compile a little list of things that *actually* happened at my primary school in the 1980's - that would never be allowed today, or if they were, I suspect would be severely frowned upon....
OK so with hindsight our lives were a little bit more unhealthy and risky. But it makes me sad as we were free to be innocent. We could run around outside and eat crap and pretend to be Spuggy from Byker Grove, not some polished American beauty queen...
Warning: This tribute to Blockbuster video stores may make you nostalgic for the Eighties. Or at least the art of returning