I remember most of my cassettes being copied from a mate. I had loads of long happy hardcore and techno mixes with the name of the DJ scrawled on them in marker pen. My bedroom wall was flyers from club nights, used to pick them up in the record shops.
A half fallen out perm with mousse scrunched through it was the in look and I fancied all the boys with curtains.
My then FWB drove an escort xr3i with blacked out windows and a baked bean can exhaust. He used to screech to a halt and pick me up when I was half cut at 2am from the local nightclub. I think he was 26 and I was about 17. All the cool boys had XR3i's with blacked out windows and subwoofers.
I never ever carried a handbag. Instead we had all our stuff in black leather bumbags which we slung over our shoulders. Going out outfit would be knee high boots, black mini skirt and a crop top. If you pulled in a club you would beg a pen/lipstick/eyeliner from someone and swap numbers. A woman always used to turn up in clubs selling roses for £1 in a plastic wrapper.
If we were going to a rave or a free party there would always be drama about getting there, trying to organise a lift and then finding the party based on rumours. Sometimes they were rubbish. Raving attire, if going to a big proper one would be hi-vis jackets, white gloves, whistles and hair in bunches.
Loved the 90's 