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As time went on, and we got closer to the year 2000, it seemed less and less likely that any of the above was going to happen. We were all still walking about normally, having to catch buses (gah!) and doing our own housework.
Admittedly there was some silver clothing on the high street (I had a fake leather silver mini skirt. Why? WHY??) but the more fashionable among us were wearing low-waisted, flared leg jeans with our thongs showing, and cropped, tight tees.
The internet was just starting to be used widely, which was actually pretty amazing, but if the newspapers were to be believed, everyone was going to wake up on January the first to find their computer had spontaneously combusted.
The chart number one back then - going right through Christmas and New Year - was 'I Have a Dream' by Westlife. At the time, I quite liked Westlife (this was before the concert I went to where one of them kicked a football out into the crowd and it hit me right in the face), but they were hardly futuristic.
And that amazing NYE party? The stress of deciding where to 'be' when the new year rolled in was unreal. 'You'll remember this forever!', people said. Rumours of ten-fold taxi fares were rife, and there were warnings that wherever you ended up ringing in the new year, you'd be walking several miles home afterwards. Not wanting to get stranded, my friends and I decided to have a house party instead. Feeling immense pressure to do something memorable at midnight, we opted to streak down the street, one by one. This went well until it was the turn of the last person, who was suddenly caught in the oncoming headlights of a police car in a most undignified way. And no, it wasn't me (for once).
Where were you when the Millenium kicked in?