I always fancied myself as a bit of a Pippi Longstocking, who I was an ardent admirer of in my youth. I’m renewing that fancy again recently with the coming of knee high socks into fashion. I just love those socks so much that I bought some pairs recently. So now armed with the socks all I need now is a mop of hair (the colour would be right enough) that would allow me to have two pig tails sticking out almost horizontally on each side of my head. Another things I would need is a monkey on my shoulder and a horse by my side and I’d pass for Pippi herself. Oh no wait, I almost forgot, I’d have to take the guts of half a century off my life or else I could always pretend that I am Pippi all those years later as a grown up. It’s not the same, is it?