Here’s my Top 10 rave tunes that shaped my teenage years.
It would change even more radically when, a few months later, I decided to dye it peroxide–blonde. It was going well until Avril, a friend of Mum’s, stuck me under a hair dryer for thirty minutes. The result was hair that resembled straw. I returned to QEH that Sunday night to a room full of gasps and laughter. School was not impressed and I had to dye it the next day or face suspension. The result was a delicious copper brown.