From Times Online:
When I was 16 I didn’t want agony-aunt advice on sex and love, but real advice on spots and shaving – like this . . .
Dear Sir. Dear Madam. Dear me.
As a lamentation rather than a greeting, “dear me” occurred as I flicked through a clever book (proceeds to the Elton John Aids Foundation) recommended by my colleague Libby Purves. “Dear Me — a letter to my sixteen-year-old self” is an anthology of letters to themselves from a range of famous people. Some are moving, some self-pitying, some funny, many patronising, and a few verbose. All are intriguing.
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