Throwback Thursday: My Earliest Memories of Michael Jackson


Today would have been Michael Jackson’s 55th birthday.  I don’t really believe in saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to someone who is no longer here, because I just don’t see how it could be ‘happy’ for them if they’re dead.  That’s just my personal belief though, so you’re welcome to disagree.  I prefer to remember them, so that’s what I’m gonna do.  In conjunction with it being a Throwback Thursday, I’m going to recall my earliest memory of him.

I was five years old and living in Guyana, South America.  There were no television stations there at the time, so I remember my parents used to play a lot of music (and this is where my love of Soca music began).  One of the albums they had was the Thriller album, and I don’t remember whether it was one of their favourites or if it was played so often to keep me occupied, but I know I absolutely loved it.  I used to sit with my ear to the big speaker we had in the sitting room, because I thought Michael Jackson was in there, singing.

Of course the whole album is just a masterpiece, but I distinctly remember having an opinion on three of the songs back then.  The first one was Wanna Be Startin Somethin.  It was a BIG deal to me that I knew when the “Hee hee hee ha!” bit came in the instrumental break.  I think my mum had laughed and commended me one time, because she was surprised that I knew when it came, and this made me feel like a genius or something.

The second song was The Girl Is Mine.  I didn’t have a clue who Paul McCartney was, I just knew I didn’t like him because he was trying to fight with Michael Jackson and take his girl.  There was no way the girl was Paul’s!  Not over Michael Jackson.  No way!  Horrible man.  Leave Michael Jackson alone, he told you he’s a lover not a fighter!

(Notice I have to say Michael Jackson’s full name, because back then no one ever referred to him as just Michael.  He was Michael Jackson.)


The third song I had thoughts on was Lady In My Life.  It was the part when he sings “Stay with me/I want you to stay with meeeeee…”  Five year-old Wendy felt so sorry for him!  (Yes – ‘Wendy’.  I started spelling it with an ‘i’ when I was 12).  Why didn’t she want to stay with him??  Why would Michael Jackson have to ask you to stay with him??  Why was everyone being horrible to Michael Jackson? 😦

One thing that baffled me was… scroll up to the photo at the top of this post… Can you see the way he has two very prominent veins sticking out of his wrist area?  How??  I didn’t understand it and it made me study my own wrist trying to figure it out.

It wasn’t until we came back to live in London that I saw the Thriller video, and I became a walking contradiction.  The video scared the sh*te out of me, but I loved it.  My cousins had The Making of Michael Jackson’s Thriller on video, and on my orders we had to watch it every single time we went to their house.  But I loved Michael Jackson and was scared of him in equal measures, because I thought that every time he appeared on TV he would turn into a werewolf.  I have a memory of watching him perform Human Nature (I think) on Top Of The Pops, and watching it while hiding behind my hands…  The good ole days, eh?

I’ve always said that no man has ever created excitement for me the way Michael Jackson did, so all I can do is thank him for his creativity.

RIP Michael Jackson x

Throwback Thursday: I Don’t Wanna Come Down

For this week’s throwback I decided to take a leaf from my pal Lanrizzle’s blog and show you what I think is possibly my favourite tune from what are possibly my favourite dance movies – the Breakin’/Breakdance movies.  In my opinion, these films are the ancestors of all the corny streetdance movies that the kids these days are into.

For some reason I just love this tune by Mark Scott.  It could be because he kinda sounds like Michael Jackson, so that should be of no surprise to you.  Also back in the day, this scene in the movie was fascinating – he’s dancing on the ceiling!!!  Wowwwwwww, he’s magiiiiiic… Heh heh heh…


Who Remembers: The Simple Good Ole Days

Old days


Every Thursday on the social networks people post old photos using the hashtag #ThrowbackThursday.  It basically means they’re showing you something from back in the day.  I’m not about to show you any embarrassing photo of myself for you to laugh me out the country, so instead I’m going to reminisce about the good old days when things just didn’t seem so complicated.

Who remembers when we were allowed to play outside freely and without fear?  In my case it wasn’t just playing out in the front where my parents could see me, my brothers, friends and I would go all the way around the block, or to the open space behind the houses opposite.  Every so often we would run back into the house to get a drink or a snack, and that killed two birds, because it also let our parents know we were fine.  I’m pretty sure we were getting the required amount of exercise needed for children too.

Who remembers when being a student felt like you were at your richest?  In my day we were given a grant by our local councils, which took care of the University fees, so you had money from parents and/or your Student Loan to spend.  Clothes and parties galore!  Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I never went on any holidays during that time… Hmm.  And whoever said that 10 years after graduating, The Student Loans Company will write off your debt, is a damn liar!



Who remembers when baggy clothes on girls/women was sexy?  The baggier your jeans, the better!  A loose baseball, basketball or checked flannel shirt with leggings and trainers – hot!  Your hair didn’t always have to be perfect, because bandanas were in fashion.  There was no pressure to have the perfect shape outlined in your tight clothes.  Girls and guys almost dressed the same and it was cool.  All those hip-hop clothing labels were on fire – Karl Kani, Dada, Phat Farm, Fubu.  Man, I truly do miss the 90s.

Who remembers going to a playscheme during the summer holidays?  Ok, this might not be relevant to all, but at my primary school they had a playscheme/playcentre for the first three weeks of the summer holidays.  It was the best thing ever.  We paid 10p for the morning session and 10p for the afternoon.  They had boardgames, scooters, bikes, sports events and – best of all – two trips to the seaside or theme parks at no extra cost!  I think it was mostly funded by the local council.  Did I mention it was the best thing ever??

Who remembers when McDonalds was a treat?  Before we were forced to acknowledge that the food is made of crap, it was one of the biggest treats.  My mum always used to take us there on the last day of a school holiday, and we’d always get Big Mac, chips, apple pie and milkshake.  Then when they came up with the meals, they weren’t even known as well by their names (Big Mac Meal or Quarter Pounder Meal) as they were by the price – £2.88 Meal.  £2.88 for a meal!  How much could you feed yourself at McDonalds with £2.88 today? Pfff.

Who remembers when the music industry was exciting?  MTV actually played music videos.  A new music video was an event (especially a Michael Jackson one).  We weren’t inundated with music channels, so seeing your favourite artists’ new videos or performances on Top of the Pops or The Chart Show and recording them on your VHS video was a must!  It meant something for an artist to get to number one.  It meant something even bigger for an artist to be Christmas number one.  We bought new singles for 99p on cassette or £1.99 on CD from Our Price, Virgin Megastore or HMV almost every Monday.  Music was just fun!

What else do you remember?

Who Remembers: Smash Hits!

Wow wow wow!  I can only smile when I think about this magazine.  It played such a huge part in my life – my magazine obsession started with this very publication.  My interest in the music and media industry was definitely ignited by my love for the magazine.

The first issue of Smash Hits was published in September 1978 as a monthy mag, but due to its immediate popularity it became fortnightly.  I would only have been nine months old when it first came out, so I didn’t start reading it until about 1987, or thereabouts.  I was definitely in primary school – that much I know.  At the time it was just 50 pence, and this is going to sound crazy, but because of Smash Hits, 50p became my favourite coin!  Every time I received a 50p coin in my pocket money or as part of change from the shop, I would keep it (even if it was my parents’ money) knowing full well I’d be ready for the next issue.  Then it increased to 52p, 55p, 60p, and by the time I had stopped collecting it, the price was 75p.  Which worthwhile music mag could you buy now for that price??

The first ever issue of Smash Hits, September 1978

One of the best things about the magazine was the fact that they printed the lyrics to the popular songs in the charts.  My most anticipated issue was the one that featured the lyrics to “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice.  My copy became so tatty, because I took it everywhere with me and revised it as though I was about to take an exam – saddo!  I also loved the language they used to speak to readers, and questions posed to interviewees weren’t your usual standard, run-of-the-mill questions, but were always rather quirky.  I also liked the way they slyly took the piss out of the artists and celebs.  For example the members of the boyband Bros were called Matt, Luke and Craig, but Smash Hits referred to them as Matt, Luke and Ken, because poor Craig was the one no one knew or fancied!  AND – every issue contained pull-out posters of your fave stars!  (If you only knew how many New Kids on the Block posters I managed to collect).  Smash Hits was a must for music lovers in the UK at the time. 

If you were a fan of this mag you would know that the two most highly anticipated occasions in the year were The Smash Hits Yearbook, which was a look back at the features through the year, as well as new special end of year interviews, etc, and the fantastic Smash Hits Poll Winners Party.  Maaaan did I love that show!  It was shown on BBC1, usually hosted by Philip Schofield, and was an award show where the winners were voted for by the readers.  They would have the usual categories – Best Male Singer, Best Group etc, but also alternative categories, such as Most Very Horrible Thing, and Most Fanciable Female.  All the most popular would feature, and I always looked forward to seeing New Kids on the Block, because I loved them so…

Madonna with her Smash Hits Poll Winners award in 1991

The last issue of Smash Hits was published on 13 February 2006 as sales had declined and teenagers were turning to that bittersweet medium we know as the internet for their music and entertainment fix.  I don’t actually remember when I stopped collecting the mag, but I do know that by the time we had moved out of my childhood home I had accumulated boxes upon boxes of of issues, and it was VERY hard for me to let go.  The Smash Hits brand still continues in the form of the music channel, digital radio station and website, but none of those will ever top its 80s/90s heyday for me.

The last ever issue of Smash Hits, Feb 2006

Who Remembers… Garbage Pail Kids!

Oh my goodness – my brother and I LOVED the Garbage Pail Kids! We collected these stickers religiously, and didn’t even care about the bubble gum that came with each pack.  Every time we were sent to the corner shop, we would make sure we didn’t leave without the latest pack of stickers, that cost something like 20 pence, and stuck them all on our bedroom door.  They stuck so well that I’m sure whoever moved in our house after us would have had to replace the door.

I don’t know if it was my favourite, but the one I have never forgotten is Shrunken Ed.  I found his look hilarious.  Nervous Rex is another one I always remember, because he was just disgusting.

Just in case you have absolutely no clue about what I’m speaking about (because you’ve just been released from the rock you were living under), here’s a little background:

The Garbage Pail Kids were a series of trading cards (or stickers) that were first released in 1985, and were created as a way of poking fun at the Cabbage Patch Kids/Dolls, which were hugely popular at the time, and every girl in my class had one except me. (FYI – I didn’t really like the dolls, but I wanted one because everyone had one).  There would be 4 or 5 stickers per pack, containing characters who looked like Cabbage Patch on crack, cleverly named in ways that sounded either like common phrases or cockney rhyming slang – Babbling Brooke, Adam Bomb, Clogged Duane, and Oozy Suzie.  Fifteen series of the cards were released in the U.S, and during the height of their popularity they were banned in schools, because teachers felt that kids were more interested in reading them than reading their books.

Cabbage Patch dolls

A cartoon series and later a film in 1987 were spawned off the success of the characters, but the film flopped heavily at the box office.   I never did see the movie, but I’m sure that at my young age at the time I could have told them that it would be a bad idea.  In my opinion, things like that are better when you leave them to children’s imaginations.  They kinda get spoiled when you put the voices you think they should have, and make them… move basically.

Unfortunately Topps, the creators, were sued by the makers of the Cabbage Patch Dolls for trademark infringement, so as part of an out-of-court settlement Topps agreed to remove any resemblance between the two, and you will notice it in some of the images.

Bring Garbage Pail Kids back I say!  In this age political correctness I doubt that will happen, and certainly not to the level it was when I was a young’un.  So in the meantime check out a few more of my favourites…

Who Remembers… ‘Regulate’ – Warren G and Nate Dogg!

This song brings back memories school days, the days when I really really enjoyed hip-hop and music in general.  It was the first time I’d heard of either artist, and I thought Warren G was very cute, and everyone who didn’t already know was like, “Wow, he’s Dr Dre‘s brother!”

Now I’m featuring this today, because I want you to listen to the words of the song, and afterwards I would like you to read the translation below found on Wikipedia.  It’s basically ‘Regulate For Dummies’!

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighbourhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favorable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he’s being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation.  He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood.  As he imagines himself in a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges to expend (sixteen residing in the pistol’s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) on the group of robbers, and he uses many of them. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges.

Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style.  Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. He also notes that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a vague threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their enemies with small arms fire).

Is that not hilarious???

Who Remembers… Motorola m301!

Put your hand up if you consider yourself to be one of those people who have had a mobile phone for the longest time.  Now keep your hand up if you had the ORIGINAL mobile phone (of my time anyway) – the Motorola m301!!

Oh my goodness, just thinking about it now makes me laugh!  It’s so funny the way people cringe when ‘The Brick’, as it is so affectionately known, is mentioned, as though they didn’t carry it proudly on the street, speaking loud enough for everyone to know “I have my own phone!”  After all it was the cutting edge of technology, right?!

I personally didn’t have one, but my mum did, and I remember the fascination with it when it first arrived at our house.  Even if my brother and I so much as laid a finger on the new phone, it would be, “No you’ll break it!” or “Read the instructions first!”  But when you think about it, what was so complicated?  Was it the vast choice of ringtones – ‘High’, ‘Medium’ or ‘Low?’  Was it the fact that once you pulled the aerial out, there was a very good chance that it wouldn’t stop flowing and you were in danger of never getting it all back in again?  Or maybe it was a health issue – the possibility of permanent muscle strain in whichever arm you held it in.  Who knows?

When you compare the Motorola m301 with some of the popular mobile phones that followed, e.g. the Nokia 8210 and 8310, you wouldn’t believe they had the same purpose.  The m301 took up half you head, whereas the later phones could get lost in the palm of your hand, if not your inner ear.  Even though the Motorola was about 10 times the size of some current phones, they weren’t exactly loaded with features.  Going into the heading ‘Menu,’ you could access……. the phone book!  Wow…

Mobile phone thefts are higher nowadays than ever, but it’s surprising that it wasn’t higher back then.  All the thief would have to do is spot the m301 across the street, stretch out and grab it by the aerial, making sure they had a wheelbarrow ready for their speedy getaway!

A friend of mine recently told me that before the m301, Motorola in fact had another ‘mobile’ known as the Motorola 8500.  I know what you’re thinking – that must have been way before your time.  Mine too, but apparently if it was more popular it wouldn’t have been nicknames ‘The Brick’, but rather ‘The Boulder’.  When I recently saw a photo of it, I actually spluttered with laughter.  It was my friend’s dad who owned that phone, and she said that whenever the phone rang in public, she and her brother would run as far away from him as possible, because they were too embarrassed to be associated with him.  My my my… how times have changed!

The Motorola 8500.... I'm still laughing!

All jokes aside though, it was 16 years ago that my mum first had the Motorola m301, and in that time the mobile phone industry has blown up into a culture of its own, spawning sub-cultures in its wake.  Not only are phones just about used to make and receive calls, they are also for music, emails, internet, games, and even to watch movies.  It makes me wonder what sort of nicknames we’ll be giving to the current Blackberrys and iPhones in years to come.

The Legend Will Continue…

Michael Jackson 1958-2009

Born to amuse/To inspire, to delight/Here one day/Gone one night – ‘Gone too Soon’, Michael Jackson, 1991

Today marks exactly one year since we lost – in my opinion – the greatest entertainer I will know of in my lifetime.  I was, and still am, an absolutely huge Michael Jackson fan, so naturally I was absolutely devastated by his passing.  It will always be one of those “Where were you when…?” moments, just like Princess Diana’s death or 9/11.

I was in my bedroom at around 10pm, chatting to my mum about her recent holiday in California.  It was her first trip to the U.S. in all her 60 years, so she was like an excited child.  My phone then rang and it was my close friend asking me if I was okay.  I didn’t know what she was talking about, so I replied:  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”  Then she asked: “Haven’t you seen the news?”   The minute she said that I instantly knew it would have to be related to Michael Jackson.  I immediately became hot, and picked up my remote control to change the channel to Sky News where I saw the breaking news: ‘Unconfirmed reports – Michael Jackson dies after suffering caridac arrest’.  My mum had to hold me, because from what I remember I became light-headed and she thought I was going to faint.   There was no way I would have gone to sleep and woken up to the news, because I was receiving constant phone calls and texts messages through the night – anyone would have thought I was actually related to him!  I LOVE Michael Jackson! (I even referred to him as my uncle, because I used to be married to one of his 3T nephews… but that’s a story for another time!).  I remember there was speaculation that he was in a coma, so I was just praying and praying that this was the case, and he’d wake up from it.  I didn’t go to bed until after 3am, when it had been confirmed, and I think I slept for a total of about one hour before I had to be up for work.  I didn’t cry, but I did throw up in the morning as soon as I got to the bathroom and remembered.  And I pretty much avoided all newspapers and magazines until the coverage died down, because I didn’t want to read any of the tabloid hypocrisy.  His was the celebrity death I dreaded the most.

One year on and there are still so many unanswered questions surrounding his passing, but we have  also really been reminded just how much of a musical genius he was, through the constant airing and countdowns of his music videos, and even the fantastic West End show Thriller Live, which is an amazing tribute to him.  I firmly believe he achieved exactly what he was put on Earth to do – to entertain, to inspire, to delight, and to be a great influence.  He was never meant to grow up to be a doctor or lawyer or office worker.  I just hope his name and image do not become a tacky merchandising tool, a bit like with Elvis (sorry Elvis fans), and I also hope that his more vocal siblings don’t try and make money off him in the name of ‘memorial’. 

I personally don’t think it was his time to go yet, though others do.  The fact that in recent years he didn’t achieve the musical heights of the 80s and 90s, and yet the tickets for his 50 proposed O2 shows sold out in a matter of hours, and young children, like my seven year-old nephew, instantly recognise “Michael Jackson!” show me that his legacy will live on forever.

Rest in perfect peace Michael Joseph Jackson x

Who Remembers… MN8!

Of course I remember them!  I’m not embarrassed to say – I was an MN8 groupie!  Not the type who would sleep with the band of course, but more the type who would try and be everywhere they are if possible.  I was only about 17 at the time, so I won’t apologise for it dammit!

For those of you who may not remember, MN8 were a UK R&B group who burst on to the scene with their hit I’ve Got A Little Something For You which reached number two in the UK charts in 1995.  KG, G-Man, Dee-Tails and Kule T went on to have a further six Top 30 singles and two albums, and even supported Janet Jackson on her tour.

My favourite member was KG – I seriously fancied him!  What I also liked about them was that they seemed to be easily accessible.  My friend and I were very proactive fans, so we would travel to the BBC studios every time we knew they would be appearing on Top of the Pops, and we managed to hang around long enough for KG to notice us and go and get us guest passes to the National Lottery Show where they were performing.  Our best achievement was when we found out they were recording their second album in London, so one evening we decided to call every single recording studio in the Yellow Pages, until we found them.  It sounds crazy but it worked!  The person who answered the phone at one studio passed us on to to G-Man who invited us to go and chill with them the next day, so we did, a number of times.  Oh to be young again…

Last year I read an online interview with KG on Digital Spy, which stated that he was now married (boo!) living in Sydney, Australia, and working on his own music.  Being my favourite MN8-er and all, it was only right that I kept up with tradition contact him myself for an update and a short walk down memory lane…

KG & Wendi B, circa. 1995/96 at a South London recording studio

What are you doing all the way in Australia??
After MN8 I just wanted to get away so I travelled a bit – NYC, Stockholm, and Tokyo, and I settled on Sydney.  Today I work and live between Sydney and London.

When your deal with the label ended, did you all try and find another deal, or were you fed up of MN8 by then?

The timing of our decision to move on and the end of our contract was purely coincidental. We felt we’d been viewed and had functioned as one entity for so long that we needed to be individuals for a while. There were no immediate plans to find a new home.

I noticed back then that in shows or photo shoots, all the guys would go topless at some point, except you… WHY??

If you notice – in the beginning only G-man would take his shirt off.  It was just his thing, his personality. G would often go shirtless in public long before MN8 – why not? He had abs for days. Me, I always felt that less is more and while I kept in okay shape and did one or two of shirtless shoots, I just didn’t make a habit of it.

How did people you all knew, before the group started, react to your success? Did you have haters?
Yes, haters come with any level of success. Saying that, for most part the people we knew before MN8 were quite supportive when we became successful. What was interesting was how the ‘new friends’ we met at the top fell off when we weren’t as hot – that was very interesting indeed.

L-R: G-Man, KG, Kule-T and Dee-Tails (front)

So you’re working on your solo stuff now, right? What type of sound are you going for?

The music I make today is contemporary – futuristic R&B + dance. I’ve changed a lot as an artist and a vocalist. In MN8 each of us would play a role, sing as instructed and pull back; the focus was to make edgy 90’s pop music. As a solo artist, and an experienced producer/ writer – I make sure my music has a little more swagger and the vocals are a little more dymamic, soulful and in line with my influences today.

Will you be releasing your material for the Aussie market, or will you come back to the UK?
I haven’t really got any plans to release directly in Australia. While some pockets of Australia have a sophisticated R&B ear and following, I come to Oz for the surf, sun, anonymity, space and not much else.

When I think about it MN8 and Damage were the only UK groups of their kind back in the 90s.  Have you been able to keep up with the current UK scene, e.g. have you seen JLS, and what do you think? They’re a bit like the sons of MN8…

Yeah I have kept up with the UK scene. It’s funny – I recall when Backstreet Boys came out, then *NSYNC. Execs and members of the press would tell us they were modelled on us – blue-eyed version of MN8 – with their swagger and ‘I’ve Got…’-esque sound. However, while we’d like to take credit for influencing them, these bands went on to develop their own sounds and inspire others.  So while JLS may smack of MN8 at the moment, they will go on to define themselves in much the same way.  In any case I hope they do really well and make a lot of money.

Are you still in touch with the other guys? What are they up to – also married family men?
Yeah, we keep in touch. I spoke to G-man recently for the first time in a while, and it was good to touch base. G is still making music, managing artists etc. Dee-Tails is acting and into filmmaking. T is still making music and is settled.

In this age of boyband reunions, have MN8 considered it?
Yes –  I’ve been speaking to G-man, Deetails and T and we are nutting something out –  we’ll see what happens…

Is there anything you look back on or think about that now makes you cringe?
Looking back, there are a lot more pluses than minuses. As time passes I feel MN8 was very cool for what it was (or should I say is…)

Anything you’d like to add?
Nothing other than it’s been a pleasure to assist.

Just so you all know, KG and I are now best friends.*

*That’s a lie

Who remembers… Blossom!

Oh my goodness, talk about a blast from the past!  Do you remember when CH4 would broadcast this show on Friday evenings at 6pm?  Yes I remember the day and time, sad I know, but I loved watching Blossom and I recorded almost all the episodes.

For those who vaguely remember this sitcom, let me refresh your memory.  Blossom Russo was a teenage girl who lived with her father and two older brothers, since her mum had walked out on them to go and live her own life.  Charming.  One brother, Tony, was a recovering druggie and alcoholic, and the other, Joey, was just… a dumb jock.  Blossom also had a best friend called Six who lived next door, and had a huge crush on Joey.  She was probably the funniest character actually.

Blossom ran for five seasons, from 1990-1995, during which we watched her deal with many of the typical issues experienced by young girls – first period, first serious boyfriend, troubled family members, being there for her friends, as well as dealing with the absence of her mother.

I think I really enjoyed the show because – apart from having a huge crush on Joey myself – there wasn’t any other show that appealed to me as a young girl growing up.  There were some things I didn’t think were realistic, for example, how Blossom wasn’t actually that attractive, and was quite up herself, but yet everybody loved her and guys still wanted her.  But I think the fact that she was my age, and I was inexperienced in the teenage things she was experiencing, made the show a sort of guide for me on the issues I could face growing up.  Though I don’t actually think she would be someone I could be friends with in real life…

In case you’re wondering, Mayim Bialik who played Blossom, graduated in 2008 with a PhD in Neuroscience, after doing mostly voiceover work when the show ended.  She is also a married mother of two sons, born in 2005 and 2008, and is involved in Conservadox Judaism.  Though she has not had a starring role in a television series, she currently has a recurring role as Amy Farrah Fowler on The Big Bang Theory.