alisha.

dancing in the living room which was full of ornamental pigs and eclectic dangling wind-chimes on a saturday night with national lottery on 'mute' remnants of poppadoms on the floor with my parents who were probably tipsy and older wiser cooler sister and i would wear pigtails because i looked most like emma bunton than any of the others and army print trousers with alisha's attic on full booming through dad's 20 year old free standing speakers which he always insisted on having even though they took up 60% of the floor space in the little semi where i grew up and we'd phone my grandparents to see if anyone was a millionaire after they'd announced the numbers