Back In The Day, Make Posing History

About me:

Choose wearing bodysuits and rave jeans. Choose raving with your hands in the air to Rhythm Is A Dancer. Choose drinking warm alcohol cos they didn't turn their fridges on during the week. Choose replying to "Have you any ID" with "Do you know my daddy?" Choose going to the Arena on a Saturday night and the Glenpark on a Sunday. Choose standing for the National Anthem even though you didn't know a word of it. Choose shitin yourself incase a balaclavad provie came in and chose you for a beatin. Choose hiding your coats and bags under the soft seats incase a thieving bastard stole them. Choose making one of your mates mind your seats while you are up dancing. Choose getting freaked out by The Wizard. Choose slaying a wee girl in school on Monday morning cos she went with your boy. Choose breaking a glow stick in half and fucking it at your mate. Choose buying poppers from Snafu and dipping fegs in them. Choose dancing in and out of a circle with a hump on your back holding 2 bottles of Harp. Choose dandering through Lenadoon and pissing in alleyways. Choose an orange face and white body. Choose using eyeliner as lip liner. Choose sucking the face off a scrote and being all biz. Choose gettin ur hole in the farrie with a wee dirty bit. Choose scrapping with the huns on the 11th night. Choose buying your clothes out of Gino's and NV. Choose brown Kickers and white jeans. Choose long cardigans with furry collars. Choose telling your ma you were babysitting with your mate and staying in her house. Choose DJ Quiksilver. Choose wearing a NASA hooded top. Choose POSSE bomber jackets. Choose Tommy Hilfiger. Choose jumping around in Nike Air Max. Choose platform boots that tied up the front. Choose red tag Levi's - if you wore orange or white tag you were a stinker. Choose being pregnant and cutting down on smoking and drinking cos of the baby. Choose hairy lips. Choose Kappa button up track bottoms. Choose buying your clothes from International. Choose lighting a Rumpleminz and necking it. Choose telling a doorman to fack aff when he shouts "Right folks, please!". Choose graduating to Ta Lockeys, Caffreys, Clublands and Exit 15. Choose stalling with all the ones from your area. Choose cheering on the dancefloor if you were from Poleglass, Twinbrook, Lenadoon, Turf, Andytown, Falls and the Lower wack. Choose juicyfruit. Choose calling people 'Legends and Wee Gentlemen'. Choose having a boy called Janty or Smicker. Choose licking your eyebrow. Choose talking absolute balls in the toilets. Choose walking into a pot hole puddle and getting soaked on your way home. Choose putting your umbrella up outside cos of all the bottles flying in the air. Choose not knowing that bar had a football team. Choose hiding bog roll in your handbag at the start of the night cos you didn't want to drip dry later on. Choose having a perm and scrunching it. Choose a high ponytail at the top of your head. Choose bell bottoms. Choose cutting wee triangles at the bottom of your jeans to make them look boot cut. Choose blackcurrant Hooch. Choose long flowery satin skirts. Choose picking on girls who wore Blossom hats. Choose being cooler cos you had a Kangol granda hat on backwards. Choose steel toe capped boots with the steel showing to ward off any dickheads. Choose wearing a black bra under a white shirt. Choose going to a disco and not a club. Choose slegging your mates cos they still have their shell suits. Choose Ralf Lauren fleeces. Choose not giving a flying fuck if someone knocks ur door....Choose the to do it your way.