I was listening to the Beatles in the car and All You Need is Love came on. Instantly I was back in the 60s and feeling the love. They were great days.
I was thinking that when suddenly I said (to myself in the car), 'No, they weren't.'
They were great days. The sixties decade was a fabulous time of excitement and change and hope. I'm so glad I was alive for it. But personally it was a horrible time. When I really think about it and don't let myself be carried away by the spirit of the 60s I remember a desperately shy teenager with no friends and who never went out to all these exciting places. I got my thrills from Top of the Pops, Jackie magazine and imagining I was someone different who was really living this dream.
My best friend, with whom I'd more or less grown up, went to a different school and her life took an alternate direction. She was out having fun while I was doing homework, watching television and wishing I were different.
No, my teen years weren't my favourite. It's taken me a long time to get to a place where I am happy - most of the time - with whom I am. I'm still uncomfortable in crowds, or with people generally. I'm very rarely really me but that's okay: I'm better at acting now.