Do you remember those girls at school who could whip up fascinating origami secret-number-finger-things from bits of exercise book at break time? And jump about, in and out of elastic, singing complicated rhymes. They usually ended up in the hockey team.
Each flap revealed a secret message or vicious barb.
Or pointed a sharpened pencil at our destiny.
It happened to the best of us.
So imagine how pleased I was to finally learn how to make my own. And that, all this time, I have been just a few simple folds away from a glorious future.
These are our tickets for Sunday's Paper Caper.
The secrets to a new life of boundless creativity and fabulous wealth lie within their folds.