Dear Catriona I could guess you probably worked this out a long time ago but I might as well get it over with once and for all and I finally managed to summon up the courage to do so, A S A, a secret admirer, no longer exists, he no longer admires secret or otherwise and hasn't existed for almost a year now and again you probably know who he is but I might as well tell you it's me Johnny  the eleven year old, now fourteen, you met at Christmas ninety and boy do I feel stupid.