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Dear­est frankie, I’d been liv­ing in London for nine months. I thought I was set­tling in, but the last few weeks had been tough. Bad news from home, on more than one front, meant I’d lost my best friend and an­other close one – a death and a mis­un­der­stand­ing. A new job was com­ing up, but I had a pe­riod of lonely non-ac­tion and was start­ing to won­der if it was all a mis­take. Un­til I picked up the stack of mag­a­zines my sis­ter had col­lected and sent to me. Back-dated to is­sue 82, I started reading, and my small share­house be­gan to feel more like home. You’ll al­ways be my favourite. Love Beck ...................

Frankie, frankie, frankie... Thank you for putting all my he­roes in your re­cent edi­tion, hand-drawn and stun­ningly sum­marised in “Forces of Na­ture”. These dudes and dudettes are the shiz and have shaped who I am to­day. David At­ten­bor­ough is the ab­so­lute bee’s knees – he’s the con­nec­tion be­tween many a mod­ern-day child and the nat­u­ral world. His do­cos are more thrilling than any Hol­ly­wood block­buster, and I know this be­cause my four-year-old is hooked. She even refers to him as “Mummy’s boyfriend”… one can only dream. Thanks for your tip-top mag and this stel­lar lineup. Love, Sarah

Dear frankie, I’ve been laid up in hos­pi­tal for quite some time with Guil­lain-barré syn­drome, and have lost count of how many times I’ve read is­sue 85. I es­pe­cially found the ar­ti­cle “How Do You Look Af­ter Your Brain” to be help­ful through such a rough time. From be­ing a su­per-ac­tive mum of three, busy at taek­wondo and try­ing to start up my pa­per florist busi­ness, to then find­ing my­self com­pletely bedrid­den with no feel­ing in my legs has been a huge strug­gle. But af­ter tak­ing ev­ery­one’s ad­vice on board, I’m in a po­si­tion where I’m well enough to go to re­hab and learn to walk again! Thank you a mil­lion times over xx Love, Em

Dear frankie, I’ve made some ques­tion­able life choices that have led to me be­ing not-quite-di­vorced at the ripe old age of 27. I fre­quently feel as though I’m up the prover­bial creek with­out a pad­dle, com­pass or clue. But I’ve man­aged to find a glim­mer of hope reading Mia Tim­pano’s “One False Click”. I, too, se­cretly cy­ber-stalk my crushes, liv­ing in fear that I’ll in­ad­ver­tently hit that damn thumbs-up but­ton and die of em­bar­rass­ment. But reading Mia’s ar­ti­cle has given me the courage to take the leap of faith and hit ‘love re­act’ on the pro­file of which­ever un­for­tu­nate soul I de­cide to moon over next. Anna xo


Dear frankie, I loved reading about Deirdre Fidge say­ing say­onara to her 20s, as I re­cently did the same. And I love 30. I’ve fi­nally fig­ured out how to style my curly hair af­ter years of weird frizz and mush­room-shaped hair­cuts; I’ve re­alised I’m al­lowed to wear flo­ral dresses ev­ery day be­cause I like them and life has no dress code; and I’ve stopped giv­ing fucks about what other peo­ple think (well, most of the time. It’s a process). Thanks for al­ways bring­ing the goods, frankie. You’re some­thing I’d never say “fuck you” to. x El­iza

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