It’s Friday night-1994

[Cositseleventhirtyandtheclubisjumpinjumpin]

How old are you, what are you doing?

I’m 16, almost due to do GCSE’s and have an amazing summer, only bettered by summer of 1995, the following year.
I’m out, either at a house party or drinking in the park or around the village. I spent ages getting ready in crop top or maybe a body, oversized denim or check shirt, usually tied around my waist, kickers & jeans. Hair long and wavy, coffee shimmer lipstick, bronzer and heavy eyeliner. Met up with the other four friends in our group to drink vodka or cider, smoke Embassy number one and probably some weed later on. Excitement’s in the air as it is every Friday night, we’ll probably meet up with the boys two years above us, maybe drive around in cars, possibly go with one of them (snog/kiss) but the most fun part is when all five of us girls get drunk together and howl with laughter, rarely has there been friendships as precious as those early ones.

This Friday night-I’m 48, lay in bed next to my sleeping 7 year old, live abroad and am a sensible adult.

I could be your mum.
I read this to DD earlier, Now your age and she said similar.

Party/party/party in Brighton or Paris or Rotterdam... I was in all of those places that year having the time of my life.

I was too young to chain myself anywhere but I was sending strongly worded letters to Sellafield & going on protests against blood sports here in Ireland... going to The Prodigy (the other night too here in Dublin).god knows what I was wearing back then? Thank god there was no SM

in 1994 I was 22 and probably out clubbing with my best buddies. Tonight I’m up at an ungodly hour to pick them up so we can fly out to Tenerife to carry on partying!

I'm surprised no on mentioned Wet Wet Wet. May 1994, "Love Is All Around" got to number 1 and it stayed at the top spot for the next 8 million years.

I was 15, so my GCSE year was in 1995.

Throughout 1994, Red Dwarf was being repeated from the start, series 1 through to series 5, before finally catching up with itself and proceeding onto series 6. I would be out messing around with mates on bikes outside then go inside (either my house or at theirs) to watch Red Dwarf. Stopovers were common, camping, Sega Megadrive, dossing around with CB radio (citizen’s band).

Never did the drinking thing that many of you did in 1994 at age 16. That didn't come to me until a few years later when I started uni.

He was my Auntie Peggy's favourite racer.. I remember that.. mine was Marco Simoncelli years later, different sport many years later

I'm a four year old in bed worn out after a day of nursery. Mum is at her Nightshift at the hospital, and dad is downstairs smoking a spliff and trying to beat my sega mega drive game. He's was winning against me easily a few months ago but has started practicing at night as I've been getting closer and closer to beating him.

I'm 21, studying in London and having the time of my life. I work in a record shop at the weekend which sounds cool, and is, although my boss is a twat because he does too much coke. I don't do too much coke but I do like it and anything else I can get my hands on. If I want to get to anywhere outside of London I hitch. Sometimes that means I don't get to where I was originally going, so I go somewhere else, and that's cool too.

I don't know it yet, but I've already met the man I'm going to go on to have three children with, although it will end acrimoniously and after a lot of exhausting unnecessary drama. For now though he's this cool guy with a bad reputation who I think I've got the upper hand over because I'm flirting and going no further.

I'd be 3 years old xD

My parents would have friends over, as usual, the house was meeting hub.

Older sisters would struggle to put me to bed, think they've managed, only to see me dash for the living room and run up my dad's arms, and fall asleep there within 30 seconds. Those are actually some of my first memories.
Thank god I was cute I think sometimes they wanted to murder me.

Now I'm a mid thirty something woman, still cute though I'd rather call myself beautiful, rather independent, still impulsive and shenanigan planning - currently travelling. And I wouldn't run to my dad even if I'd lost a limb :)

I was 15 and probably looking forward to having the house to myself if my parents went see their friends for the evening. They would have been shopping first so lots of lovely food to eat, and I would have the music blaring - rave like Prodigy, Time Frequency, K Klass, and also a bit of East 17 😁When I look back now as an old crone of 47 who appreciates her peace and quiet, I realise we had very understanding neighbours 😬

Love Red Dwarf!

In my final year of uni and having the time of my life. I'd sell my soul to go back....

Just turned 22. Probably spent the day working in my library job, then to the pub with colleagues- there were a few of us round the same age. Might have gone out clubbing, especially as it's probably just gone payday - then back to my boyfriend's to stay over.

Though it's possible I might have gone home for the weekend for Dad's birthday.

I was 2 and my parents also had a 1 year old so I’m sure they were hoping I was asleep. I now have a 5 year old and a 3 year old so not too dissimilar myself.

I'm 24 working in my first proper job and living in London. I'll almost certainly be out, either with my flat mates from our shared house in Clapham, or my work friends going out drinking after work and ending up in Borderline. If I met my Uni friends we're likely out in Camden and ending up clubbing there or in King's Cross/Farringdon.

Such happy times!

I'm 10 and in Year 5. I have a ballet class then a sandwich in the car on the way to county youth orchestra. Then straight to bed when I got home because I'm the youngest age allowed in the orchestra so it doesn't finish till 9pm. The good side is I'm still sociable, confident and happy. The bad side is I throw the sandwich back up in the community centre toilets because I think I look fat in my leotard (I'm not fat). I've just learned how to purge and think it's amazing/magic/the best of both worlds. The sociable, confident little girl has disappeared by 1996.

I'm now 42 and have exactly the same appearance vs reality mask. I've been out at a friend's gig in a local pub - spent 15 minutes in the car having a panic attack about walking into a crowded pub on my own but had a lovely evening once I'd got in there. I work in performing arts, my hobbies are performing arts and I have lots of not especially close friends. But I'm terminally single, have had an eating disorder for 32 years and am ridiculously socially awkward/anxious.

Hanging around in the local park.drinking whatever I could smuggle from my parents drink cabinet (in a lemonade bottle) wearing knee high boots and what basically looked like a night dress! My worst faux pas was ringing my parents house phone from a boyfriend’s house- very late- forgetting to do the 141 (anyone remember that?) just to let them know I was safe- my Dad phoned back- woke the entire house up immediately- via 1471 (before mobiles!) came and collected me- and I was sick in his car. I have boys now- I wouldn’t sleep! But I keep reminding myself that me and my friends turned out ok

I’d be a baby… so… either sleeping soundly or bother my parents by not going to sleep, I suppose? 😅

But I would love to experience a night out in 1994!

@IceStationZebra I agree, being an older teenager in the 90ies does sound pretty amazing! Or maybe that’s my / our nostalgia goggles, who knows… 😅

I was 18 in love with a total idiot. I was exceptionslly pretty but ultra geeky and weirdly always very popular with boys. I spent a lot of time on Friday nights snogging, swimming and taking saunas with him and coaching him on his school work. When we met he was doing badly in school (we went to different schools) and he had been in the bottom set and inclined to get up to no good, but according to him and his parents, I changed his life and got him on track. (I was a tiger mum in training even at 18) He has had a great career subsequently despite being quite thick and credits me with giving him a great work ethic. His parents were lovely people and I still keep in touch with them.

I wasnt born yet, my mum wouldve been 14 so probably at gymnastics training

I was 17 living by myself in a bed sit, working from age 16 in admin while all of my friends had gone to uni - including the love of my life who broke up with me. Lived on ready meals from Iceland and Boots Meal deals. My work friends were all in their 40s and I was dating the photocopier repair man who was 21. It was quite a lonely time but I turned it around and ended up at uni by the time I was 19 and that is where my life really began.

I was 31, married for 6 years with a 1&2 year old.
Now 62, still married, children flown the nest., retired and living the dream.

Great thread! So nostalgic ❤️.

I was similar to the OP... Age 14 and spending most Friday nights out in town with a few girl friends from school. We'd buy some Diamond White from Spar (noone cared about selling to underage kids then!) or sometimes even Tennants Super, whatever would get us pissed. I'd be wearing baggy jeans, a body and a oversize lumberjack with Heather Shimmer lippy, black eyeliner on the waterline and a spray of Impulse. We'd buy 10 Embassy No 1s for about £1.50, get drunk and snog boys from the local comp then run home for 10.30pm (my curfew) and pretend not to be drunk to my parents 😂.

Now 46, still like a few drinks on a Friday night - but definitely no Diamond White or Tennants and not so often to the point of rolling about on the floor! Also back in a pair of baggy jeans, how I love the 90s fashions coming back! Was so happy and carefree then... Now still happy, but less carefree. How are those days so long ago?!

I’m working in London and out for drinks with colleagues including my new boyfriend (now DH!)

I was 26 and desperately trying for a second baby. I was following a recommended diet from my consultant, so no alcohol. I didn't know secondary infertility was a thing. I'd started an Access course in the September, as a plan B. I did go on to have two more children and eventually finished my degree. .