I’ve just experienced a strange sense of time travel — seeing myself twenty-odd years ago and finding her familiar and yet unfamiliar.
A reader found this video online and sent me the link. I had no idea it even existed. I only vaguely remember doing the interview, so had no idea what I was going to say next. Sometimes I laughed as I watched, sometimes I cringed, but for the most part, I looked at this self-possessed 1992 self in amazement, as though asking, Who is this woman?
So for the record, and because it is part of my past, of the decade I spent writing about matters automotive (and earning far more money doing it that I ever have by writing about politics or religion), here it is:
A footnote, also for the record: it took a few years, but I drove all the speed out of me, and now take an almost perverse delight in slowness.
And, um, I no longer wear leopard print shirts.