In 1996, I was 13 years old, and I loved the Spice Girls. Yeah, I said it. I recorded the ‘Wannabe’ music video on VHS and learned all of Victoria Adams’ moves. My sister and I (4 years younger, and lover of all things sporty, including Mel C.) would stand in the living room in front of the TV and sing along, jumping, dancing and laughing all the way. And singing. Probably poorly. My mom got in on the action when ‘Stop’ came out. She insisted, though, that the lyrics were ‘Stop right now, turn yourself around’. I love the … Continue reading Read: That Extra Half an Inch