S Club Again

S Club 7 is reuniting for a tour. This is actually happening, yeah. If you missed them somehow, I’m not here to judge, but you know the deal: S Claaaaaaab!

I never could pick a favorite. Tina Barrett had something going, Jo O’Meara another angle entirely, Hannah Spearritt was just cute, Rachel Stevens existed beautifully, and the boys held their own. I watched the show religiously, memorized every song, and yes—jerked off to their FHM spreads when I should’ve been doing homework. Didn’t think about it much back then, just happened.

They don’t look the way they did. But the moment Don’t Stop or Natural or S Club Party starts playing, I stop thinking. Just become fourteen again in my room, throwing myself around like I’m actually there.

Tour kicks off in May. Birmingham first, then Manchester, Glasgow, London. None of that’s near me, but that doesn’t matter. I’m renting the van, dragging whoever’s left, and making the drive. Worth it.