...but you can have my milk!

The humble popper. Sure, it looks innocent enough - a box full of juice, or that weird UHT milk, with a very cute but practical straw glued to the front. The perfect thirst quencher after a double period of Geography, spent studiously writing notes to the friend who sat directly next to me (carefully decoding hidden meaning in all those completely meaningless things adolescent boys say). But how many times would I reach into my backpack, hand fossicking around for that box, only to find it deflated at the bottom of my bag, while my science textbook greedily drank it all up? More than I care to remember. The night would be spent with hairdrying in hand, holding each warpled page apart so that they didn't stick together. Your science textbook never looked quite the same and always smelt faintly of oranges.

How my problems could have been solved if I'd had a log cabin in my bag! Okay, well a log cabin lunchbag. This lunchbag/cooler would be perfect for a little one's backpack - not only would it have saved my science texbook, it would have kept it cool as well. Made 590, you've done it again! I don't understand how one place can have so much stuff I want... but they do, clearly with no regard for my savings plan.

Just quietly, how gross is the thought of drinking warm milk that's been in your backpack all day? And yes... I still drank poppers in year 12.

Do you go wild about strawberry? Or perhaps you're more prone to going ape over grape?

Look I know I'm in my mid-twenties but I'm yet to outgrow Lip Smackers or teen dramas and I'm not really that ashamed on either front. For example, last Christmas I received no less than 12 Lip Smackers from various gifters, and I love each one equally... er... except for maybe this baby.

Vanilla Coke Lip Smackers may (or may not, hey it's just a tube of lip gloss after all) change your life. Either way they smell sweet and spicy, and all thinks nicey (oh god...did I just say that?)

I love those little wind up tubes of joy - they bring back so many memories. The Vanilla flavour takes me back to a Skate Plus party in year four where we ate white chocolate mudcake (it seemed so gourmet at the time!). Strawberry Kiwi Comet is pretty much 1999 in waxy, lip gloss form - ready to bring in the new Millenium.

Were Lip Smackers an integral part of your adolecense? And more importantly, is anyone else trapped in the late 90s or am I on my own here, watching Saved By The Bell on Saturday mornings?