For every sad thing you think of, you should think of three happy things to chase it away.

Holy swoon-gate!' Elliot exclaims when I finally get to the end of my tale. 'If that's what Brooklyn boys are like I'm emigrating as soon as possible!

But then I wondered if sometimes our friendships are a bit like clothes and when they start feeling uncomfortable it's not because we've done anything wrong. It just means that we've outgrown them.

For the doubters out there, of course I was going to have help from Penguin's editorial team in telling my story, which I talked about from the beginning.

I'm a total people pleaser.

What went down well?" Mum asks, coming back to the table.
"Nothing," I say.
"The Titanic," Elliot says.