It’s the nostalgia thing, innit. I mean, in the eighties he was just so dreamy. He had that compact little body, and those booty-hugging little Lee jeans, and his skin was as unblemished as that of a unicorn foetus. Admit it, you kind of fancied him as the wolf in Teenwolf too, didn’t you? Pamela Wells was such a fair-weather love interest. She didn’t really get him; not like I did. Obviously the red puffa gilet of Back To The Future is still his most iconic look — and one now beloved by New York hipsters who grind their own coffee and go ‘hiking’ (walking for fifteen minutes) in the Catskills at weekends. Now fifty one and a tireless campaigner for research into Parkinson’s disease (after being diagnosed with it in 1991), Micky J as Marty McFly is still indelibly seared onto the retinas of anyone who was a child, ever.
(For Kim – welcome to the ‘hood! Xx)