good god no!
i was 20. of course i looked shit-hot (if only id known it) though, dubious dress sense. was on anti-depressants, bumming about, sort of yearning for a direction to shuffle in and not finding it. wished i was dead most of the time, frankly, which is sad. my social life was brilliant, mind - even if i'd rather have my teeth extracted than hang out with the people i did then in the places i ddi then, most of 'em anyway...
nope, i wouldnt go back if you paid me a million squid. ive done my time thanks!
(there were other highlights between then and now btw so dont bother with the violins or 'owt)