Once upon a time I was a bad girl. Not once but many many times. In fact, pretty much from the ages of 16 until I turned 22 and met my current boyfriend I’d have a fantasy and I’d make it come true. Now I’m a little more settled I look back on those days partly thinking OMG what was I thinking but also, most of the time, with a kinda nostalga for the unashamed fun I used to have. I still have fun but it’s different, more grown up and sensible, which is ironic as all the things I was doing in those days were very grown up even if I wasn’t.