If you were born in 1991, the odds are you’re driving a car and have never known life without a mobile phone. Put me in the nursing home now. To me, twenty years seems like nothing. Here’s a snapshot of the defining moments of the last two decades, as seen by me.
1991 Thelma and Louise hit the cinemas, and I formed an instant attraction to country music and a young actor called Brad Pitt. I got over the country music.
1992 Prince Charles and Princess Diana separated. I don’t know why anyone was surprised. They hadn’t appeared to like each other very much since their wedding day. And even then…
1993 I spent this year living in a share house with my friend Jacqui and her boyfriend Chook. It’s a bit of a blur. Apparently Dyson introduced the bagless vaguum cleaner in April that year. Oops, missed that. In fact, we missed any kind of cleaning device.
1994 Lisa Marie Presley married Michael Jackson. I remember calling my sister and asking if she believed it. She said, ‘Of course! No one could make that up.’
1995 I flirted with the idea of buying a house. But the average house in Brisbane was $147,000. Outrageous! I stayed in the share house.
1996 Bridget Jones’s Diary was published. This was the book of my time. Dodgy boyfriends, too much wine, not enough focus. Note to self: Dig out and read again.
1997 Princess Diana died. I held a ‘grief get-together’ (at another share-house) and cooked Steak Diana and served it (somberly), with Princess Potatoes.