In honour of last night (at the Acer Arena, not anything rude, gee you lot have dirty minds), this:
Also, as daggy as it seems now, Pump up the Volume was one of my favourite movies as a teenager. How could it not be? It introduced me to loads of interesting music and planted one idea in my mind: freedom. Not the freedom to have a secret pirate radio station – after all, you put a large family in a house no curtains and a verandah wrapped around it and it becomes a little difficult to hide that amount of electronic equipment. And it wasn’t until Year 11 that I got my own room. And the walls were so thin that everyone would hear me talking and then barge in to see who I was talking to – but the freedom to have a secret life. As a teenager, I was very guarded about my life outside the house because, in a family of seven, it was the only thing I didn’t have to share. As a result, my parents thought I was a drug-taking, binge-drinking slut, which was incredibly hurtful and the cause of many arguments. But I was cagey about what I was getting up to simply because I wanted something that was mine.
Anyway, the second I finished high school I was outta there. And I still think there’s something odd about young people in their late teens and early twenties who live with their parents. How can you develop into an adult if you’re living with people who see you as their little baby?
Of course, that Pump up the Volume starred Christian Slater didn’t hurt either.