The Magazine is compiling a people's history of modern Britain - featuring your written memories and photos. We've done the 1950s, 60s, 70s and 80s. To finish, it's time for the 90s.
It was the decade of the Gulf War, the dotcom boom, New Labour and Britpop.
But one of the key events of the decade was the death of Diana, Princess of Wales.
Not only was this a tragic end for the woman adored by millions, but the nation's collective mourning has been held up as a period when the British character changed, and ushered in a more touchy-feely culture.
Here is a selection of your comments.
The 1990s were in many ways about regulating the worst excesses of the previous decade; a lot of the good in people came out at the funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales.
The day before my law final exams CPE (Common Professional Examination) was August 31st 1997! I woke up at 7.30am with a surge of interest to go through my revision notes one final time, however, instead spent the day in mourning over the shocking news about the death of Princess Diana. Needless to say I could barely think of anything else that week and the exams were a total nightmare! I now don't remember the papers, however, the atmosphere in the UK and my state of mind over the death remain crystal clear to this very day! August 31st 1997 will go down in history and I will be part of it!
Sairah Qureshi, Washington, Tyne & Wear, UK
I remember where I was when Diana died; I was on a canal boat holiday in Devizes with my Dad when a random boatman came running over, full pelt, yelling 'Diana's dead! Diana's dead!' My Dad looked at him with clear confusion and just said 'I don't know any bloody Dianas...?!'
Lucy Fowler-Tutt, Winchester, UK
Sadly, the 1990s will have to be remembered for the appalling and frankly downright embarrassing outpouring of public grief at the death of Princess Diana. It is, of course, a tragedy when any person dies, but the ridiculous behaviour of a substantial number of British people in response was pathetic.
Richard Wilson, London
I remember Princess Diana's death. My dad woke me up and said something terrible had happened. We drove to London and laid flowers in respect and memory of the 'People's Princess'. I cried, I was only 13 at the time, but it was still so sad that someone so caring and warm had such a tragic end.
Louise , Hove
Diana's death was a personal tragedy for her family and friends. However, the public outpouring of grief that followed was nothing short of embarrassing. The tabloid press held nothing back in their fanning of these emotional flames and Messrs Blair and co milked it for all they could. It is almost inconceivable that the same country that stoically stood together against fascism could now collectively collapse in a response to the death of a single ex-royal. This was surely the precursor to Big Brother and the endless list of vacuous television shows and dumbed down reporting that we now endure. Thank you New Labour!
James, Dundee, UK
Regrettably the death of Princess Diana is high on the agenda within my family as being the most memorable. Moreover the dislike and resentment of Prince Charles and Camilla is as strong as ever.
Patricia Coulson-Wood, Selby, N Yorkshire
Princess Diana and the Duchess of York both got divorced, I remember Princess Diana's death, my brother in law called us from California at 5am to tell us she had died - couldn't believe it. Remember standing on the M1 as the car drove past with her coffin and watching it stop so that the driver could clear the screen of flowers. Also driving past Buckingham Palace, could not believe the amount of flowers, very sad time for whole of the UK but especially Princes William and Harry.
D Avery, Bushey
Being born in 1990, those years were my childhood. I perhaps didn't understand Diana's death like the older people around me, but I remember the general atmosphere always linked to her name - never seeming sad to me then, but just consistently solemn. I remember, watching her funeral on TV, my dad told me "Remember this, it will be important later" - and I did, and he was right.
Joanne Campbell, Newcastle
My abiding memory of the Diana tripe was having some bloke in a pub in London attempt to "beat some sensitivity" into me when I responded to his "It's awful about Diana, isn't it?" saying that I didn't particularly care about some posh woman I didn't know dying in a car accident, and I wished the media would stop banging on about it. He failed.
One thing that I will remember is the amount of rubbish music there was... Oasis, Blur, and Pulp kicked off the Britpop scene but the music apart from that was worse than the 80s! Even Spice Girls send a shiver down my spine! I also remember the day Princess Di died as my cartoons had been replaced - and my parents didn't believe me when I woke them up. Yet we cannot seem to let her rest in piece with certain newspapers claiming it was all set up. Set up or not it won't bring her back...
Alistair Moulds, Dundee
One of my most vivid memories of the 1990s was the death of Princess Diana. I'm obsessed with news (I'm a journalist) and in the early hours of that fateful day I was watching the BBC when they broke the news of her crash and I saw the first live pictures out of Paris. I cried. I had watched Diana's wedding on television when I was very young so it came as a shock that someone so vibrant, so full of life, was suddenly gone.
Stacie, Trinidad & Tobago
I remember getting up one Sunday morning in my dilapidated rented accommodation and going to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I put on Radio 1, and the worst, most soggy, depressing electronic music came on, and stayed on for about 15 minutes.
For some reason I didn't turn it off. I suppose I was curious why Radio 1 was having such a bad morning. Anyway, an announcer came on and declared, like a Russian newsreader announcing the death of a president, that Princess Diana had been killed in a car crash early that morning. I wasn't crazy about Diana (unlike many people at the time, it seems), but I wasn't happy she was dead either. It became a seismic media event, like her wedding had been back in the 80s. Many participated in a national wailing and gnashing of teeth, but I stayed slightly aloof. Another day, in the same house, I woke up to lovely sunshine and the news that Labour had won the general election. Although I hadn't voted, I suddenly felt extremely happy, so I opened my window, and put on 'It's All Right (I Feel It)' by Jocelyn Brown on my stereo, high volume. After that I suppose I went to my crappy job in the call centre: New Labour didn't change my life... but having a daughter did.
It became a seismic media event, like her wedding
Richard Graham, Newcastle
After my parents had both died in England I returned to the US in August 1997 with a copy of the Daily Mail showing a photo of Diana in Greece. Early one morning a friend phoned me to say Diana had been in a car crash but witnesses said she had walked away from it with a gash on her leg. I have ESP and saw her in the back seat of a car. I said "no she is going to die". I had also seen a small white car moving from one lane to the next in front of a large car the large car made contact with the back of the white car then there was blackness. I had also seen a flash of light coming from the white car and hitting Andre Paul in the eyes. I assumed this was a paparazzi flash bulb later I met Diane while I was on a higher plain in an altered state of mind, she told me she had been murdered and who was responsible.
Alexandra Wolf, Fort Worth Texas USA
The 31st August of 1997 was the most tragic day of the 90s. I remember it was in the morning, I just switched the TV on when the news came Lady Di had died. A friend of mine burst in tears, I saw him never crying before. It was a very sad and heartbreaking day when an angel-like being had left us. In 1996 when I was 15 and should have been interested in music, I thought the recent music wasn't very attractive. I disliked techno and boy-group sounds and found my true relief in 70s music and other classics...also with those musicians who were still active then; David Bowie etc. I also founded my own rock band then.
Maro Feld, London, Hackney
On May 4th 1990, Mariana, my sixth and last child was born. (first of my second marriage) On that year I visited Europe - I was pleasantly impressed to see all the changes in London after my earlier visit 30 years before, and yet, some things remained the same (speakers in the Park on top of soap boxes, people running on the moving escalators of the Underground) Saint Paul's Cathedral was magnificent, and still could be well remembered from the recent Royal wedding of Charles and beautiful Di. On Sept 12, 1997, my wife and I were visiting Paris, while passing on the Alma tunnel, we mourned as many the world over, due the recent and tragic loss of "our" magic Princess. Ten years later, (2007) she is still well remembered.
Efrain Gonzalez Navarro, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México
I woke up early one morning, only to hear the news that "Diana, Princess of Wales, is dead." I remember the HUGE public outpouring of grief, the mountain of flowers outside the palace and Earl Spencer's speech at the funeral a week later. I cried at that speech! Just over two years later, we celebrated the start of the new millennium. Looking back at the 1990s, it was an emotional time.
LH, Tyne & Wear, UK
I grew up in south Liverpool in the 90s so much of the early years for me represent carefree holidays in the Lake District and at the beach. That and the Spice Girls, girl power, Oasis (and my Dad condemning then as "foul mouthed yobs"), Blur, Britpop, coming home to watch the Demon Headmaster after school and playground crazes of YoYo's, Tamagotchi's and (however briefly) Tony Blair. Everything seemed wonderful and new for a while until the death of Diana which I remember the whole family gathered around the TV in anguish and my mum crying whilst my sister played with her cardboard cut-out Princess Dinah dress up set.
Andrew Dean, Liverpool
I will never forget 10 years ago when Princess Diana died, I was only nine years old at the time. I was just setting up the Mega Drive in my bedroom to play F1 with my Dad, when all the TV channels were blazened with collages of the crash scene. That day had changed into a day with constant worry, mourning, grief and bewilderment. As a child it was also highly annoying as there was nothing "decent" on TV. :) It was a day that was ever so weird and has always stuck in mind. One of the only strong memories from the 1990s for me.
Jonathon Body, Chard, Somerset, UK.