#ThrowbackThursday - Like It's 1999...

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I'm ashamed to say that I can remember when the year 2000 seemed like some amazing futuristic time when we'd all be wearing silver, floating about on hoverboards and having our houses cleaned by robots. We wouldn't need to bother with public transport (hooray!) 'cos we'd have teleportation. Oh, and when the clock hit midnight on December 31st 1999, we were going to have THE best party. EVER. We had to - Prince (Or, the Artist Formerly Known As, or Squiggle, or whatever) said so.

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?

xx

10 comments:

  1. I was 13 unfortunately so I was at home with my family. Bit of a non-event really.

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    1. Yes, I was 13 too ;)
      Hehe. you didn't miss much!

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  2. I can't remember how or why but I think I spent that NYE sat in the garden in my PJs and wellie boots .. rock and roll!

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    1. PJs & willies?! Well, fashion was a bit odd back then ;) x

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    2. errr....obviously I meant wellies!! My phone actually changed it to willies! #Awkward!

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  3. I was on Westminster Bridge by Big Ben - pretty much the best New Year I ever had! (Maybe that's why I hate new Year's now, it never lives up to that one!!)

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    1. Oooh you're the only person I know who was doing something memorable!!! :) xx

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  4. I accidently fell over a strange chap at a house party as was drunk. He is now my husband so worked out well :) xx

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    1. Aw what a great story! So it was quite memorable for you then! :) xx

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