When I was about 17, I had a real crush on a girl that I used to see periodically at Spiders Night club in Hull. Her signature attire was a pair of black and white hooped tights that she wore with para boots and some stressed and ripped tops.
It was one of those longings from afar and I never even knew her name, let alone made any type of connection with her.
In fact I hadn't even thought about her for 20 years until one of these beauties rocked up in the trap last year with its stripey legs. I've had another couple this week and they made me cast my mind back to what it was like being a hormonal teenager with