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

[sorrygru]

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.

My childhood in the 90s was a bit shit and i was too young to enjoy the bands/social scene. But, i find myself becoming increasingly nostalgic for a time with no social media and Big Brother monitoring everything you do, gadgets that attempt to think for you etc etc. I loved the internet when it first came in but its so all encompassing and shit now.

Late 90s: uni. An FCUK or shooting stars "Eranu" t shirt, flared jeans/cords, hoody and acupuncture trainers. Cider in the college bar, going out til 2 and still making 9am lectures. Happy days.

Early 90s: jeans, bit chunky knit and DMs. Going up town with my mates to buy stuff from Body shop, Woolies for a single maybe or HMV if we feel v musically grown up and it's not for Whigfield or Backstreet Boys. Trip to Maccies if I'm flush.

Like the OP and others on this thread, these past months have given me an insatiable longing to go back and have just one more day as a teenager in the 90s. When I think back, the decade seemed to last forever - for the first few years, my life was all about global hypercolour t-shirts, cycling shorts, reebok pumps, tammy girl and gladiators. Then I was in the grunge/hippy phase, much more independence and boyfriends. Then Uni in 1997. Each one of these phases seemed to last forever whereas these days 10 years passes in the blink of an eye.

If I could go back, it would be to the grungy time of 1995. Saturdays were spent in town with by best friend. We'd go to the Body Shop to douse ourselves in free perfume samples (me = dewberry, her = white musk) and pick up some scented soap or henna hair dye, depending how much money we had on that particular day. I'd be wearing a long patchwork skirt with DMs and a band t-shirt, which would be half tucked in like I couldn't be bothered but actually I would have spend ages arranging it so it was just right. I'd have loads of eyeliner and black glittery nails. Possibly also a velvet or patchwork hat. I'd have an ear cuff on one side and loads of bracelets. We'd go to spud-u-like for lunch. We'd hang around in both HMV and Virgin Megastores for ages, hoping to run into some boys from school - and we usually did - we'd listen to music on the listening posts and go up and down the aisles picking up the CDs we wanted and reading the track listings intently as if they would have changed since the previous week. We'd boast about how we were going to buy albums x, y and z but in reality we couldn't afford to. New music was a treat and the normal way of obtaining the albums we liked was to find out who at school had each cd and then give them a blank tape in order to get a copy. We'd leave the high street and go to the hippy/grungy area - my dad kept warning me to stay away from there as someone would stab me with a needle in a shop and then I'd be addicted to drugs. In reality, the area was warm and friendly and felt like home. I'd buy a load of beads because every week I swore I was going to make my own jewellery but I never did, plus some incense sticks. Maybe some nail polish too in a shade of blue, black or green. I'd linger at the most amazing long black lace gothic dress in one shop. it was £70 and I'd never be able to afford it, much less have the confidence to pull it off. That dress stayed on display for as long as I remember. I wonder if it was ever sold. We'd buy Q magazine and Kerrang and devour every bit of information about our favourite bands. Even better if they came with a free cd.

Later in the evening, I'd meet up with a group of friends (mixed sex), either to a friends' house (always the same house) or hang out on the beach but whatever the setting, we'd be listening to music (Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Pulp, Counting Crows, PJ Harvey, The Levellers...) and have really deep conversations about life. We'd also discuss the X-Files and would quote from Kids in the Hall and The Mary Whitehouse Experience. I'd have changed into some kind of strappy dress covered in suns, moons and stars, over a white t-shirt but still with the DMs, plus an army jacket. I'd try to get as close as possible to one particular guy with long hair and the best taste in music. Once or twice we'd cop off but it never went any further than than. He was the unrequited love of my life.

I’ll pick a few favourite years of the 90’s

1997
I was still at school, 15
Friday nights would be a night all hanging around underage drinking in someone’s house (whoever’s parents were out ) listening to happy hardcore music and using the house phone to phone boyfriends. Drinking cider / hooch / or vodka.
My parents just though I was sleeping over at my friends watching films.

Saturday’s would be spent walking up and down the town centre , sitting on the wall and going into Boots the chemist to buy shimmer eyeshadow , the stuff you just patted on with your fingers.
Would be wearing brightly coloured Benetton jeans , denim jackets , hair carefully ironed on the ironing board.
Saturday nights were the underage discos but again we would be drinking , it was so easy to get drink back then , just ask any random person to get you it. People would never do it now for fear of prosecution.

Fast forward 2 years to 1999

Had left school and had a part time job and discovered the clubbing scene

Was allowed to sleepover at my boyfriends
Friday night would be rent a movie night from Blockbuster together
Saturday would be working part time job
Saturday night would be clubbing either in major local city , where a crowd of us would cram into a minibus. All dressed in butterfly hair clips , glitter , hanky hem skirts and hanky v hem halter neck tops.
Lots of trance and dance music venues.

Sunday was spent chilling watching holy oaks on tv

I loved it all
Zero stress , great friends , great life.

Does anyone remember using Glints hair colour as teens in the 1990s?

I used glints

I loved Glints! There was also Wella Shaders and Toners in the little sachets.

I remember glints, shaders and toners. My parents forbade me from dying my hair but would allow the body shop henna stuff because it was natural and my hair was red anyway so it was an enhancer rather than changing the colour. I also used hair mascara to create blonde, pink, blue and green streaks, which were allowed as they could be washed out. I helped so many friends used the dye sachets though and was so jealous that they were allowed to do this.

I also once used colour mousse at uni in an attempt to turn my hair a real fire-engine red colour. My hair didn't change but my hands were dyed bright red for about a week.

Never thought much of this place, tbh, thought it was a grotty overpriced dump, and I got rained in indoors due to the condensation. I remember Boy George DJing one time when I went. But dance music wasnt my thing. I preferred grotty rock clubs 😊

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Cream was a dive. The loos were always grim and blocked. And yes to indoor sweat rain bleaurgh

But oh the music was brilliant.

Mid 90s Saturday. Get the bus the half hour ride into the big town with friends. Buy a £5 skirt or cheap boots on the market, hangout in McDs drinking milkshakes and maybe buy some incense or Indian wood carved box from the hippy shop.

This thread has made me actually sob and shake... really!

And BTW, the PP who mentioned K Cider - I still have the t shirt

Mid 90s and I'm 25. Living with DP (now DH) in a rented stone cottage on the outskirts of Derby. I'm temping and half heartedly thinking about having another go as a post-grad. DP set up his own business while still at university and is very successful so we have money to burn.

Saturday mornings were all about a lie-in and plenty of sex Saturday afternoons DP would usually play golf and I'd meet my girlfriends, or Mum, and go shopping and lunch at Cafe Rouge. I was on first name terms with the staff in Karen Millen and would treat myself to a new outfit most weeks. My all-time killer dress was a black satin corset dress embroidered in red/pink roses. I have it still.

I would start getting ready to go out-out around 4.30pm. Nicky Clarke's Hairomatherapy shampoo followed by Benefit Bathina So Fine body balm. Lashings of Eternity by Calvin Klein. Smokey grey eyeshadow, pencil thin brows, matte nude lipstick - all from Bobbi Brown. Dress from Karen Millen. Underwear from La Senza.

Then either hitting the town with my girlfriends, ordering jugs of Kir Royale at our favourite wine bar. Or out with DP and other couples for dinner followed by clubbing.

Prior to being 16, Saturdays were spent catching the bus to Manchester and wandering around Afflecks Palace, trying to look cool and adult (fail).

Once I turned 16 my mother insisted I got a weekend job so I started working. I used to go straight home after work, spend 2 hours dolling myself up for an 8.30pm meet in Wetherspoons.

Happy days

Oh crikey.

Being so terribly grown up that we'd invite each other round if our parents were out (or willing to hide for the evening) for an evening of Parentally Approved Jollity - Hooch or chardonnay, cheap Belgian lager, Marlborough Lights and M&Ms. If you could smell anything over the fags it would be Dewberry or White Musk body spray. Or Charlie

Omfg Cream, I was talking about it the other day. Was a student in Liverpool, utterly mad place. Wednesday was student night

Charlie body spray! And Impulse. Our PE changing rooms stunk of both.

Mid 90s- condensation in my bedroom in the morning, getting dressed in front of the downstairs heater (our heating system blew hot air through the house via vents) as it was so cold, Sun Pat on toast for breakfast, late for school, clumpy school shoes from Clarks like Kickers, monkstraps or DMs, lycra shorts under school skirts, weekends mooching the shops with friends and sleepovers, doodling on my school books, clogs, very short skirts, Northern Exposure, Keanu Reeves, Pulp, Suede, Brit Pop, kissing boys at parties, counting down the top 40 on Sunday Radio, John Major, watching TOTP and giving a thumbs up or down with my brother, Smash Hits, Just 17, Position of the fortnight, keeping a diary, C&A.

Late 90s - Adidas Gazelles, Vans, chunky trainers, lycra leggings, corduroy flares, retro tracksuit tops, Pilot, Mark One, clubbing until 6am, muddiest Glastonbury's, Labour landslide, going to Our Price and listening to tapes or CDs after college.

Wake up, get a bowl of Kellogg’s start and a glass of Five Alive. Eat in front of Live and Kicking (081 811 8181)
Next to Fit Kids at local leisure centre, probably wearing cycling shorts with heat activated colour changing t shirt. Included a session where you could take your roller blades and skate round the massive sports hall until dizzy. If lucky you might persuade your mum to buy you a packet of Vice Versa’s or toffo’s from the vending machine on your way out.
Afternoon may have included a trip to town incorporating a stop off in Tammy Girl and the odd Tea in McDonalds when a value meal used to be £2.88.

Gladiators and Noel’s House Party were an absolute must! On special occasions like the Eurovision Song Contest when there was nothing else on tv there maybe a trip to block busters for a video and the disappointment when you realise that all the copies of whatever you wanted to borrow had gone!

Early 90s work clothes looked surprisingly 80s when I look back at photos.
Kept my eighties bushy eyebrows though thank god.
Pub after work with nicotine stains and smoke.
Late nineties. Miraculously Skinnied back after two children and rocked my Gap cargoes. Low slung.
Made up motherhood as I went along. No SM or MN! Looking back it was glorious.

Late 90s I was just about old enough to start going clubbing. Wearing the shortest spaghetti strap dress ever, no coat and queuing for ages in the freezing cold too get in. All you can drink for £10, starting with a few shots then getting a malibu and coke and flitting between the three different rooms - club music, old music and cheesey pop. I would mostly stay in the club room waiting for them to play Toca's Miracle and when they did I just had to dance like crazy. I still put that song on and dance around my living room if I need a little pick me up now! And other club classics from the late 90s early 00s! Agh!!

Saturdays up for the start of Going Live (later Live and Kicking), the Rugrats, the early phone in screen game, Trevor and Simon and gunging. Chucklevision too.

Afternoons was watching Grandstand. Or hometaped videos of Grease with adverts.

Saturday dinner was steak and chips. Baywatch then Gladiators then Blind Date then Casualty. Then a film after the news. Sometimes stars in their eyes when people sang for no prize/money.

Sunday was Fully Booked with Gail Porter then the Ozone with all the good boy bands on. Later it was T4.

I’d have a long bath then get out to watch Party of Five.

Then Sunday night school bag packing.

Waiting impatiently for my friend to call me on the house phone. I'm sat on the landing upstairs because we've two phones, one upstairs one down. Hoping my mum doesn't get a call off grandma and the line gets blocked for ages.

We want to discuss what we got in this latest issue of Sabrina Secrets and maybe to do magazine quiz from Miz 'answer yes or no to find out if you are a .... or a .... '

I would like to go back please.

It's 1998. I am 9 years old. It's Friday night, so I've been to Brownies, and now I'm at home having dinner, which is probably fish fingers, mash and beans because the grown ups are having something 'posh' that I don't like.

Tomorrow, Mum is taking me to BHS to do a clothes shop, because I've grown and I'm big enough to choose my own now. When I get home, I'll be listening to my new CD Player that I got for Christmas, probably playing my Spice Girls CD, or possibly B*witched and I'll be making some random piece of shitty art that I saw on art attack. In the afternoon there will be crumpets and monopoly - I'm not overly keen on crumpets but the familiarity of the routine makes me feel safe. Later, I'll be watching Noel's house party, because Mr Blobby is the most hilarious thing in the entire world. It will be the best day.

I don't want to be in 2021 anymore thanks. I'll stick with being 9.

1990 to 1994 hung over too much as I was at University. It was one long fun alcoholic haze. I must have done some work, as I graduated.