There was a time in my late teens when I would be on a dancefloor in some awful bar, and a remix of Madonna's Like a Prayer would come on and I would squawk to my friends "OMG IT'S MY RINGTONE! MY RINGTONE!" as if the fact you could compose a tune from music on the internet into your pink Nokia 3310 was something to be truly proud of.
At that time I would probably be wearing a halterneck top and black pants, and I would usually be drinking vodka and cranberry juice, in a tall glass. If I wanted to appear really cool, I would go for Absolut Mandarin as my vodka of choice, and a squeeze of fresh lime if they had it (which was never). Those days were followed by stints of Malibu and pineapple and Malibu and coke respectively, until I graduated to gin and tonics, before I properly embraced beer.
