Let’s be honest, being a nineties kid was the best.The internet was dial-up, and you had to decide whether you wanted to have a phone or the internet because you couldn’t have both. Blue Peter had to explain what an email address was for what felt like an entire decade. Physical media was still a thing. Terrestrial TV. Recording films off the TV and keeping them, which meant you got to watch old Argos adverts too. The closest thing to social media was doing impressions of Chandler Bing in the playground. Could we be any more excited?Pop-Tarts, Capri-Sun, cheese-finally-available-as-string. Electronic pets. Pagers and stackable pencils. Is sir more of a French crop or a curtains man? Hardly anyone had a mobile phone yet, but some people’s dads had a car phone. You’d say a time to meet people and they had to be there. You’d talk to people on an actual landline, winding the cord around your fingers. The air was heavy with the scent of Lynx Africa and Fuzzy Peach body spray.Here, in quiz book form, is a celebration of those glorious years. And the best thing is, you don’t have to have that haircut this time around.
