Did you go to a youth club when you were a kid? I didn’t, I was too much of a nerd. It was all Brownies, after-school swimming training or Sea Scouts, for me – plus the 179 bus to Ilford Exchange shopping centre with my friend Roz to hang out over the railings and stare at boys.
Youth clubs, going solely by what I’d seen on the telly in the 1990s, were cool, edgy places where people played table tennis, started pirate radio stations and sometimes got pregnant (that’s what happened to Leanne in Byker Grove, anyway).
