It was 1995. Blur and Oasis were battling it out and for the first time in my life it felt cool to be from Manchester. I was heading off to Uni and my family were just coming out of getting shafted by Thatcher.
Even though my parents weren't, most of my friends were middle-class thanks to the assisted places scheme. They were also mostly white. I think I had 2 friends who weren't. I had no friends who were gay thanks to Section 28 doing it's worst
I think I felt pretty optimistic. I had got a grant and there was no student loan. I worked at M&S part time and did more hours in the holidays. I didn't sign on when I was at Uni but I think I did after my finals as there was a gap between them Master's. The only debt I graduated with was my overdraft.
Laddette culture was a bit of thing, but not really in the groups I hung out with although there were some I'll considered encounters which would be regarded as more problematic nowadays. Feminism was barely mentioned but we all felt we could do anything.
I marched and protested, against tuition fees, the second runway at Manchester Airport, roads being built, trees being felled. I went to raves and free parties and made friends wherever I went. I wasn't confident, or I didn't think I was, but I was content. I assumed that my life would be better than that of my parents because I'd 'made it' by going to HE.
None of this is recorded as I didn't have a mobile. It's only now I realise how lucky I was.