Britpop and a transvestite boyfriend (Belle)

In the middle of a power cut, in which south east London was plunged into total darkness, I played chicken with the local girl gangs. No matter how many times I ran up to them and tweaked their noses, they would never find me!
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I travelled back 20 years and sat in a living room discussing the emergence of Blur and Oasis.
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Fed up of waiting for my extremely tall and thuggish ex to get ready to go out, I popped my head round the bathroom door. He was pouting into a mirror and wearing a micro white pleated cheerleader skirt. Nothing could have astonished me more.

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