If 13,000 words of anachronistic 21st-century highlights wasn't going far enough already, here's the nostalgic prequel to fill in the rest of my autobiography in entertainment, as far as I remember it:
The Best Things I Watched, Read and Played Each Year from 1988–99 (Aged 2–14).
Probably. Cross-referencing across school years and houses I lived in was satisfying detective work. You know, for me.
Update: Replaced by expanded, ongoing, more historically accurate edition.
