Dear Angie, I Pinky Promise That I Didn’t Eat Any of Those Stickers
Ever licked a crab? They taste like glue. I know this because I licked a scratch and sniff sticker of a crab once – and it tasted like glue.
In my defence, my childhood pen pal Angie had sent me a veritable smorgasbord of stickers, telling me not to eat any. 
She didn’t say anything about licking. 
A few weeks ago, I introduced you to seven year old Angie and her penchant for hotdogs, frosting and food in tubes. 
In turn, Angie published the first letter I wrote to her, in 1989, aged seven. A time when my dad won the bread and my mum smelt of Fabric Softener.
Today, Angie has published the next exciting instalment in our Dear Angie / Dear Jessica series, in which I share my plans to marry Prince William and clarify when it is appropriate to employ the Vulcan death grip.
Read it here.
Or here.
Or, if you fancy living on the edge – here.