As a teenager, one of the hot topics for me and my girlfriends was whether your boyfriend would say "I love you." It was a very keenly contested prize and something that caused us to ceaselessly badger our boyfriends for confirmation that they did indeed 'love' us. Nevermind that they wouldn't hold our hand in public, preferred playing computer games to being with us, or had only decided to go out with us as a means of not being left out when their mate brought his girlfriend to the park.
The words 'I love you' were quite enough to sustain us in a state of bliss at having a boy whose balls hadn't quite dropped saying it to keep you quiet. It was something that could never be trumped, until one of my friends presented us with her boyfriend who not only said "I love you", but also had a car. We stepped back in awe and allowed her to bask in the twin glories of romance and transport.
Back then, when days were spent imagining what our signature would be if we married one of our idols, and receiving a cuddly Garfield holding a love heart was the