Kirsty Bosley: Spice Girls, stickers and silly stuff: now that's what I call the 90s!

Our Simon (who makes this supplement look really snazzy week in, week out) is a huge fan, and couldn't wait to hear what his hero had to say.

Choruses of Don't Look Back in Anger regularly flared up among the troops, and SOOOOOOO SALLY CAN WAIT, along with Noel's illustrious history with his band and his brother being discussed in quite some detail.

Despite the hype, I couldn't get excited myself. Though the chat has made for great reading, and he's doubtlessly an interesting character, I just never got on that Britpop train. Pulp and Blur are poop and bleugh in my house – I just can't get into it. Suede? I just can't be swayed.

I was born in the summer of 87, and so that might explain it. We were quite poor in the 90s, and so I didn't get my first CD until the turn of the millennium. Instead, my musical tastes were influenced very strongly by whatever I could tape off the radio before the DJ started talking (shout out to BRMB, Beacon Radio and even WABC). Though Britpop featured, I just paused the tape recorder for those bits, instead hitting the red button for Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, Hanson and Britney Spears.

Music was a big part of how I remember the 90s, but even more memorable were the bits of related paraphernalia that came with being a kid in the Girl Power generation. It was hard to choose my favourites. I had to do 'ip dip sky blue'.

If there's anything I've missed, tweet me @Bozzers!

FUNFAX

Remember when keeping a diary was actually something to be enjoyed? When writing in the pages of your own organiser was something special? That was me with Funfax. These days, we open our diaries and think, blimey, we could really do without that meeting. Why did we arrange dinner? We'd rather be sitting at home watching re-runs of Dexter, eating cake. But in the 90s, with the help of Funfax, it was exciting. There was also Spy File, if you felt you were more undercover sleuth than you know, fun.

BUBBLE SKIP

Bubble skip was another example of how things were inexplicably fun when you were smaller. If you don't know what a Bubble Skip is, it's effectively a ball on the end of a wire attached to a hoop which you put around your ankle. Then with the help of one leg, you'd spin the ball around and jump over it with the other foot. Over and over and over. That's it, really. Oh, and it spewed out bubbles if your mum filled it with Fairy liquid and water. Why is exercise such a laugh when you're small, but now we're big it's hellish?

POGS AND TAZOS

Did you know that if you get your grandad to glue together five slammers, they will beat anyone's stack of Pogs? That is 100 per cent true, I have evidence. Pogs were little discs of card that you'd win by flipping them over with the assistance of a plastic slammer. Tazos were a bit like plastic Pogs, only you'd find them in packets of crisps. Gogo's Crazy Bones were another collectible bit of tat that it must have grieved parents to shell out for. That said, does anyone have a swap for a glow-in-the-dark Sharkey?!

SPICE GIRLS IMPULSE

The 90s smelled largely like Impulse and Lynx Africa. But no fragrance sticks in my mind more than the Limited Edition Spice Girls Impulse that my mum wouldn't buy for me. It was the kind of thing that I'd bathe in if I happened to be walking through Boots, or would sample if I was at my friend Katie's house. I think Katie even had a Spice Girls Polaroid camera, though I might be wrong. I DID have an Alice band off West Brom market with neon, plastic letters on though. But I think it said TAKE THAT, not Spice Girls...

PLASTIC BRACELETS

Extra cool points for glittery ones, super kudos if yours were glow-in-the-dark. Bad luck if someone snaps one when you're playing Bulldog.

HATS WITH BADGES

I can't explain why this was a thing, when it became a thing or what people did when it stopped being a thing. But it was – black hats with a fold-up front, decorated in pin badges. I remember when I was five and had glue ear, my mum told me that if I was brave and didn't cry during my operation to get grommets, she would get me one. These days, I would cry at the thought of wearing such headgear, but in the 90s and for a good while, it was everything that I wanted. I can't have been brave, I don't remember ever getting one.

STICKERS

Here's another money-spinning machine. Collectible stickers were the bomb when I was at school. Got, got, need, got, need, shiny, really need, got 10 of him. . . Any really popular swaps got pasted on my Funfax (oh, hi shiny David Beckham) and the worst, the ones that made up only half a picture usually, remained in the void that was my winter coat pocket for eternity. Like the bottom half of Tatanka in a WWF wrestling sticker book. What am I going to do with that if I can't find his top half? Don't need.

TAMAGOTCHIS

"Dear Santa. My name is Kirsty and I have been good. Please can you bring me a Tamagotchi? No actually, can you make that a Nano Baby? A girl one? Please? Oh, and a hat with badges and a Spice Girls camera and a Dream Phone. Thanks." In a world where the only digital things we had were Nintendo Game Boys, getting our hands on a pet inside an egg-shaped piece of plastic was thrilling in the highest degree. It was also a bit of a crash course into coping with death, when you forgot to clean up his digital poos.

PANDA POPS

I'm off my head on strawberry jelly and ice cream flavourings and colourants. Send help.