I was 14 in 1986. Certainly wasn't snogging anyone though, that was strictly off limits (by order of my Dad) til I went to uni :)
So, I'm back from Footballers Wives country. There was (thankfully!) a complete absence of ridiculously expensive cars at the christening, which was all rather down to earth and lovely. Baby is utterly gorgeous, and it was a fab day in the sunshine. Oh, and one of the other guests quite clearly fancied me, spent all day catching my eye and smiling at me and then had a long chat with me after my other friends left. I am likely to see him again as we drink in some of the same places. However as I am fairly certain I can predict the outcome of any future encounter as one of the following:
a) I see him, snog him and that's the end of it;
b) I see him, snog him, he takes my number, never calls, and that's the end of it;
c) I see him, snog him, he takes my number, arranges to see me again then cancels at the last minute/stands me up, and that's the end of it;
it's not that worth getting excited over! He did say he thought I was about 30, 33 at most though. So that made me 