1996 was a formative year in my life. The Spice Girls awakened my inner-homosexual pop stanning heart, I nearly broke my leg emulating Kimberly from Power Rangers and a little show called ‘Sabrina the Teenage Witch’ became my daily obsession. And when I say obsession, I mean it. Books, games, episode after episode watched and rewatched. Had Nickeloden not had a freephone number, I’m certain I’d have raised significant phone debt voting for Sabrina during each and every ‘Watch Your Own Wednesday’ segment. So in its twentieth year anniversary, I’m undertaking a great rewatch. One that shall either make me relish nostalgic memories of my childhood, or indeed, make me wonder what the hell I was thinking. Let us begin with ‘Pilot’.