There was point a few days ago when a song came on the radio, Nik Kershaw's Wouldn't it Be Good to be precise, and I was instantly catapulted back in time. It was an eye wateringly perfect rush of feeling, the feeling I had when I was 15,16. That cusp of everything feeling. Nothing has ever felt so perfect, so optimistic and so open to experience and possibility as it did then. So much of my character, the novels I love, the music and art that defines me, my influences I guess, were discovered and anchored down in those formative years. Those years formed me and although I won't ever get that shiny new, invincible feeling back again the realisation that I can still mainline back to it was a salve to my middle aged self.
That is me in 91' taken by talented friend and confidante from those early days, Jacqui McIntosh