When I was 13, really getting into all the things in life that matter like clothes, boys and music, I went to Majorca with my dad, burned through my £10 spending money at Manchester Airport, wore my red Kappa jumper every day and fell in love with a Spanish waiter (he did not reciprocate).
I took my Walkman on that holiday and just one cassette tape; Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. I still know every single word to every single song.
Let me tell you, Adam Yauch's husky New Yawk rap was one of the most erotic sounds you could possibly expose a 13-year-old girl to - not to mention his cute quiff, surly stubble and bad boy dress sense.
RIP, MCA - a little piece of my youth goes with you.