One of the things that I love about my London friends is that they’re all a few years older than me. It means we go to cocktail bars instead of Wetherspoons and talk about literature instead of the telly. But it also means that I can’t add much to conversations about nostalgic reminisces simply because I’m too young. In my innocence I’d ask for a brief explanation, but a simple question like “what’s Funhouse?” is often greeted with a silent pause, a gasp and a “Man, I’m old.”
So to prevent people groaning when I say I was born in 1988 (“1988? That’s like a week ago!”) here’s the stuff I don’t know about because I’m too young – don’t say I didn’t warn you:
Corey Feldman. Indiana Jones. The original packaging for sherbet dib-dabs. Chicago (band, not musical). The twins from Funhouse. The Rocky Horror Show. The Milky Bar Kid advert. Cherryade at the school disco. Free Mandela. Pat Sharpe. Any John Hughes movie.