Recently realising that I am not alone in having a stationery fetish - at least two other bloggers on my roll share it - I feel more relaxed talking about it. A lunchtime visit to WH Smith led inevitably to the stationery department. A packet containing a desk set of hole punch, stapler, pencil sharpener and scissors bore a sticker saying 'Touch Me'.
Ah! I thought. WH Smith acknowledges the existence of stationery fetishm. I touched and realised they were made of rubber. Shocked, I reeled away in horror, fearing that some passing stranger might take me for a rubber fetishist, a thought that appals and revolts me.
