Teenage angst personified. Christina Ricci pretty much looked like how I felt when I was growing up. Awkward, misunderstood, bewildered but deep down, super cool. My sisters and I were obsessed with Mermaids and at some stage I wanted to change my name to Monday, just so I could be as cool as Wednesday Addams. Ok that's a lie but I always thought she was beyond redemption in terms of how cool she was. I bumped into Christina Ricci, listen to me, as if we know each other, more like I saw her and nudged my friend Marion, at the Tate Modern in London a few years ago. She is pint sized and plenty of cool. I hope you enjoy this little trip down memory lane.