About 1.30am I was roused by a little person climbing into bed with me. I don't know if it was sparked by something I was dreaming or what, but as I lay awake unable to go back to sleep, my mind took me back to 1990.
I was 14 and I was going to my first ever concert. I was so sophisticated – wearing a red crushed velvet skirt, a white shirt with embroidered red flowers knotted at the waist and a pair of fake Doc Martins, think E-Street chic. To top off the hottest look ever, I'd recently been to Paddy's Market and bought some clear mascara and a bottle of James Dean Eau de Toilette. I'm not sure what made it James Dean other than his picture on the bottle, but as far as I was concerned it was the biz. I don't quite know what the point of clear mascara is either, but man I thought it was good.
Together with my good friend, we set off to AusMusic 90. A music festival-like thing celebrating Australian music. From memory there were concerts in each state and then they were linked up on TV. We were at the Sydney Entertainment Centre and saw Crowded House, Ice House, Kate Cebrano and a few others that I can't remember now. Besides looking incredible in my hot new outfit, the concert was one of the best things I'd ever been to. I was blown away by the crowd, the music and just being a part of it. I'd never felt so grown up before. I had arrived. Me and my red skirt. I was teenager.
It's funny so many events and so many outfits in my life, but that memory is locked solid in my brain. If I close my eyes and try hard enough I can almost get a whiff of Eau de James Dean.
And, of course, everything is on You Tube. So here's a taste of that concert. Can you see me up in the nosebleed section?