Jill Davies is an accountant. She’s 42, she’s married, she has two children, and she lives in a small village in the north of England. But 25 years ago she was an 18-year-old teenager. It was the 1980s and she lived in Manchester.
‘I hated being a teenager,’ says Jill. ‘Now, I look back, and I think, ‘Wow, what a fantastic time!’ but then it was terrible. I didn’t like my hair or my clothes. I thought my dad was great, but I didn’t like my mum. She told me what to do all the time but I never listened! I wanted to be cool, but I wasn’t. I didn’t have a boyfriend and my clothes were terrible. I wore short skirts and tight jeans and a lot of make-up. I listened to New Romantic pop music – Duran Duran and Boy George were my favourites – and at the weekend I went out to discos and didn’t come home until two or three in the morning.’
‘Today, everybody goes to university when they leave school, but when I was young, this wasn’t true. My friends and I left school at 18, and there weren’t any jobs. I worked in a shop for three years. I was 22 when I went to college and trained to be an accountant.’