So the other day at Oliver's 3rd birthday party, the entertainers played One Direction (don't ask me the song please, it's an impossible request. If it's not JayZ or Nicki Minaj, I'm struggling). In fact, at the time, as the children danced away, one of the Mums remarked that her daughter adores Harry and I actually asked her who at the party was called Harry. I know.
Was it just me who shed a little tear when the Spice Girls got on stage last night? Admittedly I fell I asleep at 9pm so watched it this morning but still-I was 16-1-6 when I first heard 'Wannabee' on the radio-I remember it distinctly-chaperone Papa G was driving me back from Sixth Form College and I couldn't believe how cool the track was, it was truly empowering-these girls were singing directly to the opposite sex of what it would take to be their lover-it was like discovering boys for the first time (but wait that happened before 16, I was dating twins in primary school).