Angel Delight. If any part of your childhood happened in the UK in the 1970s then you will surely remember the arrival of these packets of magic dust that transformed half a pint of milk into pudding. No saucepans or fancy kitchen implements required, just a bowl and a fork, and by the time you had it all mixed together it was already setting into a smooth and creamy mousse. This was a taste of the future! As soon as I saw the bowl of Angel Delight on the front of Grace Dent's book I was sure I wanted to read it. I wanted to re-live the days when an Arctic Roll was something really special and tinned spaghetti on toast was considered a balanced meal. I wasn't disappointed. I got all that, but I also got a lot more that I hadn't been expecting. Grace Dent writes with the kind of unashamed honesty that starts off as bravado and slowly, slowly morphs into what life was really like for a girl growing up on a housing estate in Carlisle. By fourteen ...