Dear Dizzee Rascal,

Dear Dizzee Rascal,

I know you’re just a rascal, and a dizzee one at that, but carrying pepper spray on your person is a little bit girlie. Do you also carry a rape alarm and a multi-coloured collection of scrunchies in your pocket? Do you keep some super-glue handy in case your heel snaps off, and a copy of Grazia magazine (total shit! every week!!) in your mock-croc handbag? Do you coo at the fashion sense of the Desperate Housewives? Do you think Freddie Llungberg is straight? Do you calorie count and take pole-dancing lessons and drink Smirnoff Ices?

Are you me?

Innit,
Munky