Alice’s Diary – Entry #4

I’ve never been one for New Year. I’d rather be cracked on the arse by a bullwhip. All that weird kissing and touching business, hugs and kisses from people you don’t know and you’re obliged to hug and kiss them back. They’re all drunk, lurching around from person to person, crying because last year was…

Alice’s Diary – Entry #3

Sometimes you can stand on a thought path and think you know exactly where you’re going. But the problem is, every so often you can end up being somewhere totally different to where you’d intended. Roads, streets, and dirty little alleys sprout up left and right, and being the inquisitive type, I always take a…

Alice’s Diary – Entry #2

It’s weird, but even though I’m writing this, knowing what I’m about to write, I’m cringing. It’s as though by putting this down on paper—or on this blog—I’m making it super real. You know, admitting something that I’ve only ever spoken about with one female friend—and that was only touched on briefly as we didn’t…