This letter is written to my thirteen-year-old self. Thank you Marie for the inspiration.
I suppose I should start by saying that the tragically, romantic death that you thought you were going to have at fourteen obviously didn't happen, although you only just made it. This era was perfect for you - punk and the new romantics fed your gothically challenged wardrobe and the effects can still be detected today.
The move to Cornwall next year is every bit as bad as you think it is going to be.You will stop crying (eventually) but just to let you know that your boyfriend didn't cry for very long and was having his wicked way with that tart up the road in under two weeks. Dad never forgave himself from dragging you away and it might be prudent to let him know before his last few weeks on earth that it really didn't matter and that Cornwall got into your blood quicker than he thought.
I suppose I could warn you off a lot of things (your sister will pay you back for stealing her platforms) but like your eldest Fecker, you always have to learn things by taking the long way round. You will have your first cigarette this year, an illicit Silk Cut with your best friend in the park. Unfortunately the cigarettes lasted longer than she did although you still keep in touch today even though you are continents apart.
I could maybe warn you off more illegal substances but your 'try before you die' theory seemed to lead to quite an interesting period in your late teens.
That foul maths teacher was wrong. You are quite good at figures but it will take you another thirty years to believe it, but please give up on the piano now as you really weren't very good. Strangely enough you will remain attached to that netball skirt you wore at school - you are more sporty than you look. Speaking of looks, you will grow into that weird face (at about 30), and yes, you're chest does get a bit bigger but your hair gets worse (stop crying).
Oh, and you know those funny scribblings that you have started to do, well....
pee ess - I tag every single one of you