She was loving life. It was 1987 and she had been dazzled by the early 80s New Romantics movement and still embraced it by wearing "frilly white shirts" and clubbing hard in Manchester, sometimes until dawn.
She had a job, a boyfriend, and rented a mid-terraced house. "I was going to pubs and clubs, having fun. I was working. It was a good time.
I was going to see bands, I was doing what all 27-year-olds do. It was exciting. "We would come into Manchester, Friday night, and not go home until Sunday morning- there was all night cafes, we took a change of clothing and got changed at the bus station.
We would go to the Ritz, Placemate 7. We'd even gone to a club and been turned away because someone was wearing trainers, so bought a pair of shoes off the next person - that's the sort of thing we were doing." Her care-free life was to be shattered. "We had been to a party the night before.
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