This is a guest post from the Renford Rejects' fictional @Bruno_Di_Gradi
1996 then, eh? It’s difficult to believe that’s fifteen years ago, but it is. Where does the time go? Same place as my dad’s hair, I think. Anyway, in December 1996 I was ten years old, and I was very, very excited, because it was my birthday, and then a fortnight later it would be Christmas. After unwrapping my presents, my parents asked me what I wanted to do for a birthday treat. Several things came to mind, yet they were instantly rejected by my parents, who always have been a pair of goody-two-shoes. Fifteen years on, I still wonder exactly which part of wanting to lick champagne off Philippa Forrester’s ...