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Date: 19 February 2007 19:25:37
As I have previously detailed, I grew up the typical middle class, basically academic female in Thatcher's Britain. It is therefore, not surprising that by my late teens I was protesting against the Poll Tax, not eating meat and wearing a range of badges and t-shirts that espoused 101 good causes, whilst listening to The Smiths, The Cure, PWEI and The Inspiral Carpets amongst others.
I was also feeling the need to respond to practically every altar call going, lowering the average age of prayer meetings, learning the right ways to share one's testimony in order to try and "convert the lost" and basically trying to "fit" into whatever evangelical stereotype I was supposed to be fitting into. Although I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that the leather jacket and t-shirts proclaiming such wonderful slogans as "Cool as f**k" weren't what everybody else was wearing in those circles.
Oh and I was also experiencing the normal heady mix of hormones and alcohol which equates with teenage life.
No wonder that "discovering" Greenbelt on the day I got my GCSE results was like a spring of mountain water on tired ground. It really was like going home; you could be a Christian and an indy kid.