Encapsulating 20 years of social history in one brill post. Talking ’bout my generation too, worryingly.
It’s about 20 years since the emergence of Brit Pop. For those of you too old, to young or too disinterested to care, Brit Pop was a time somewhere between Grunge and hair straighteners. It was quirky, upbeat, loud mouthed, yet a lot more polite than Punk. It somehow encapsulated the tidal wave of feeling that, now a long Tory reign was due to collapse, things in the UK could only get better. Pulp, Blur, Oasis, Lush, Shed 7, Elastica, even (to my shame) Menswear. I turned it up loud.
I embraced Cool Britannia. Girls who were boys who liked boys to be girls smelled of CK1. Working class people swaggered and swore and became rock n roll stars. Nice middle class bands had no shame in expressing political views that leaned to the left. We wore short dresses with union jacks on the front and felt brilliant, not bigoted.
Three years later, as I was about to…
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