Today I got to do something that’ll tickle me forever. I sent a professionally taken, perfectly lit, expertly dressed, retouched photo of me to my school’s alumni officer.

My teenage self – spotty, terminally pale, enamoured with shapeless black jeans and lavender Adidas sweatshirts – is weeping with joy…

To read the rest  of the column please click on the link below (it includes a strange use of M&S fruit slices):

http://www.wharf.co.uk/2013/10/blondes-eye-view-my-adolescent.html