But there I was, in mum's Toyota Corolla Seca, watching with bewilderment as she cranked the volume on an S Club 7 cassette single that she'd bought especially with me in mind.
When I was a kid, the family car wasn't just a means of getting from A to B, but a kind of karaoke joint on wheels.
I liked to read and write, and I was skinny and dweeby with the physical co-ordination of a bean bag, so I copped it.
But added to that social status-killer, making me a prime target for boys trying to prove they were mean in the making, was the fact I was very clearly gay.
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