One of my favourite songs about growing up from a teenage perspective is Caught by the Fuzz by Supergrass, which hurtles through a cautionary tale of youthful indiscretion and regret.
Here comes my mum Well she, she knows what I've done
Not my favourite track on I Should Coco, then or now, but Alright—an unabashed hymn to the joys of being footloose and fancy-free—never fails to remind me of university days in the capital of Devon. The peculiarities of that place and time come rushing back: scrumpy cider, square pizza, bar billiards, being affectionately addressed as "my lover" by strangers, and most of all, my buddies Steve and Al.
