Let's go back to the 90s...

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I'm feeling nostalgic. I'd give anything to go back and live another of my 90s weekends.

Saturday morning was spent impatiently waiting for my horse riding lesson whilst watching Thundercats. The afternoon usually involved a trip into town with my mum in our Rover 214 to go to C&A, before we all watched Gladiators (Ace was my favourite and my dad fancied Lightning), then Casualty.

Sundays meant church, which my parents only subjected us to in order to get me into the local church school. We either went to Sunday school or spent what felt like hours kneeling on the bloody cold stone church floor doing colouring whilst vaguely listening to the vicar drone on.

On Sundays we were permitted to eat lunch (sandwiches and crinkle crisps) on our laps whilst watching Thunderbirds. Then it was the smell of roast spuds cooking whilst listening to the pools results being read out. Sunday evenings meant THE FEAR of going back to school on Monday morning whilst watching Heartbeat.

I'd love to hear what others did and what your favourite memories are, no matter what age you were.

Love this thread. I'm about 15 and my Saturdays are spent hanging around a cafe full of alternative people. I'm spending my time eyeing up dome of the boys in there hoping some will approach me.
I'm wearing enormous flares, and a Nirvana hoody. I've also got an army bag which I've covered in band names. My hair is twisted up in two knots and I've got blue hair mascara in.
I'm about to head over to the skate park down the road to meet another group of friends and will stop off at the shop for 10 Marlborough Lights which cost less than £2.
I too am nostalgic for the 90s!

Mid 90s. Boiling hot summer. Friends house was a bit of a hub/meeting place for my friendship group. Hung out there every day, boiling in the back garden.

Was going through an eclectic fashion and music phase. Ankle length dotty flower cotton skirts mixed with metal and goth music. Heather shimmer lipstick and discovering boys properly for the first time.

Life was fantastic.

Hair mascara, Marlboro Lights and Heather Shimmer. This is what I'm here for.

I am clomping down the high street in DMs, a floaty skirt and a skinny rib top. I have just bought some new school shoes from Dolcis and some cucumber toner from the Body Shop. I'm about to go into my favourite shop (the hippy shop) to hover over their pic n mix bead selection and soapstone incense stick holders. Happy days!

That's the 90s. Marlboro Lights, Heather Shimmer and a bottle of Hooch.

Married to my uni boyfriend (my first big mistake), it's 93. I'm working in the city , economics grad who doesn't know what to do with her life. My life is go to work, go out, go home and I'm already on the property ladder. Weekends are spent avoiding my OH, and wishing I could be a student again. By 95, back at uni, started my ph.D and left my cheating h, much happier

I had little ones, a husband working 70 plus hours, several house moves and a tight schedule of nurseries, TumbleTots, NCT coffee, FunFrench and music school coupled with a little lecturing and tutoring.
A perm, leggings making an appearance, Pizza Express seeming like a good restaurant, Center Parcs feeling exciting.

Tots TV, Playdays and Fun Song Factory.
Disneyland Paris opening.

It's the mid 90s and I'm at uni in Sheffield. We're going to the Octagon to see Pulp tonight. I'm wearing my Levi's with a skinny velvet top and a vintage green suede waistcoat. Oh and my Docs!

A few swigs of (terrible) Yugoslavian Riesling and we'll head off down the hill to the uni.

After the gig, we'll head to one of the many student pubs, smoke too many marlboro lights and have a few pints. Then we'll stagger back up the hill and home for cheese toasties.

Early 90s, I'd be at the pub or at a friends, then on to an illegal rave in an urban abandoned warehouse, or an old pub, or a squatted massive boat or out in a field with assorted friends old and new until at least Sunday or Monday, then an after party, coming home approx Monday or Tuesday, sleep for a day, recover, do it again.

Saturdays consisted of morning swimming lessons then a trip to the sweetshop...my sister would always buy a packet of toffos...can't remember what I'd get. Then dad would go to the betting shop whilst we'd wait outside bored...it would reek of cigarette smoke and the floor was littered with betting slips! Then Saturday night's were the absolute best...noels house party, blind date, gladiators...preferably with a Chinese takeaway...

Saturday morning, mid 90s. I'm between 14 and 16. Wake up at my nan's house, get ready and get the bus into town to meet my friend. We go to Athena and flick through all the posters, the local hippy shop to buy sparkly nail varnish, leather thong necklaces, and joss sticks, River Island for clothes to wear that night, the music shop for sheet music and CDs, then go to the pizza restaurant for lunch.

We then walk to my friends house to try out the new sheet music on her piano (it's probably show tunes or rock music). Later on we will get ready for our night out which is at a country club miles away from anywhere else but where they are not at all fussy how old you are. Party all night until probably 2am or so, then either my mum or my friend's dad will collect us and take us home to one or other home.

The carefree nature of that lifestyle is in such contrast to now!

I've just got my first job working weekends at Woolworths while I study A Levels at 6th form colleague. After work I sneak into the local pub with some of the other kids I work with and we spend our hard earned cash on Hooch and Smirnoff Ice. My best friend loves More magazine and we giggle reading Position of the Fortnight. No smartphones, no social media. The glory days.

Late 90s, I'd just started going clubbing...we'd go 'up west' to some shithole nightclub....I'd drink archers and lemonade. We'd usually get an illegal minicab home....

Toffos!

I wake up on Saturday morning with a dreadful hangover from too many castaways, diamond whites and bottles of 20/20.
I spend Saturday lunchtime watching the chart show then begin getting ready for Saturday night- listening to 'Saturday night' and pretending I don't love it.
I'm washing my hair with Revlon Outrageous and painting my nails no17 dragons blood whilst dousing myself in Body Shop Ananya.
I'll be wearing my Topshop lime satin blouse with my white satin hipster skirt with a big sliver attached buckle and I'll be carrying my mini backpack on my way to the shop for my marlboro lights and bottle of peach concorde to drink at my friend's house before we venture out.

Also Dolcis. Epic.

Does anyone remember getting their feet measured in those weird measuring machines in Clarks??

I used to beg my mother for a pair of Kickers. Started begging in year seven, eventually got a pair towards the end of year nine.

Im so emotionally unstable in these bloody weird times that remembering some of this make me well up.

I’d give anything to go back.

Mid 90s:
Saturday morning I would get up at 5am, to travel 10 miles to my Saturday job, having gone to bed around 3am after a night clubbing. Work until 5:30, then an hour's journey home, eat something, then get ready to go out again.
Sunday- get up around 2, having about 12 hours sleep to catch up for Friday night. Eat something, maybe do an essay due for Monday when my lectures always were at 9

I'm getting married in 1995. I'm glad shoulder pads have disappeared and that tulle has come into fashion. My dress is from Pronuptua and my shoes from Freeman Hardy Willis. DM has been looking for outfits in BHS. We're having a church wedding as I didn't fancy a registry office one . The law hasn't changed yet so that you can get married in hotels yet. We have been speaking to the DJ and we'll have some Whigfield, Take That and Boyzone amongst other groups on our playlist.

DP has his stag night tonight. They're going into the city centre for a curry and beers. His mate works for the railways- I hope that they don't put him on a train to Inverness!

@1990s

Im so emotionally unstable in these bloody weird times that remembering some of this make me well up.

I’d give anything to go back.

To be honest, that was a big driver for this thread. They feel like more simple times.

@MrsMoastyToasty

I'm getting married in 1995. I'm glad shoulder pads have disappeared and that tulle has come into fashion. My dress is from Pronuptua and my shoes from Freeman Hardy Willis. DM has been looking for outfits in BHS. We're having a church wedding as I didn't fancy a registry office one . The law hasn't changed yet so that you can get married in hotels yet. We have been speaking to the DJ and we'll have some Whigfield, Take That and Boyzone amongst other groups on our playlist. DP has his stag night tonight. They're going into the city centre for a curry and beers. His mate works for the railways- I hope that they don't put him on a train to Inverness!

BHS cafe. Pure heaven.

Age 15. Boarding school. Saturday morning prep, followed by the Chart Show, wholesome activity in the afternoon ( Brass rubbing anyone? 😂) back to the boarding house for tv. Trying to watch dirty dancing and whipping if off quickly if we heard the house mistress. Hot dogs for supper for a treat. More tv - Blind date, gladiators, Casualty. Nipping to the woods for fags and using body spray.

Sunday - wholesome day trip. Or more tv and sneaking off for fags. Waiting for the weekly boarders to return hopefully with chocolate. Sunday evening chapel.

Mid nineties older teen in London. There was a long, hot summer. Days st the swimming ponds at Hampstead, cadging spliffs. Or mooching around Camden. Evenings at the Black cap in Camden Or the roundhouse. Drinking hooch or Bacardi and coke. Jacobs creek was new and considered terribly sophisticated. Eat as much as you like Indian veggie on Camden high street. Sunday - more of the same. Or up to Oxford street for a mooch with no money.

Loved the 90s . Weekends would start Friday eve, going to the pub or getting a takeaway, watching Friends or Frasier, listening to The Stone Roses or Nirvana (not necessarily in that order).
Saturday morning tv , if I was up - can't remember the name of it, The Chart Show..? Showed videos of all the indie music of the time. Also that football show with Tim Lovejoy and Helen (again can't remember surname).
Was a teen of the 80s but fonder of the 90s.
Really enjoyed Derry Girls, and spotting clothes I used to wear .

Soccer AM was the show with Tim and Helen.

Dr Fox () and the Pepsi Chart show. The utter suspense of waiting to hear who was going to be number one each Sunday.