Tu veux ou tu veux pas (Or how I am not sure what the hell is going on anymore.)

It’s 2.01am in the morning and I can’t sleep. My insides churn, like relentless waves crashing against the shore on a stormy night. My tears are stuck in my throat, and my breath comes out in sharp gasps, a drowning man aching for oxygen as he drowns. I keep thinking what I could have done … Continue reading Tu veux ou tu veux pas (Or how I am not sure what the hell is going on anymore.)

Pramface’s Anna Chancellor: I was a bit wild, went to all sorts of places – hitch-hiked, got into strange cars. I was incredibly lucky.

“How can I admit I chased him, you might wonder. Perhaps I should be more circumspect, but what can you say except the truth? I do feel if girls are ashamed to admit their desire it comes out in ways which are duplicitous, cunning and full of anger. I’m not saying if you fancy someone … Continue reading Pramface’s Anna Chancellor: I was a bit wild, went to all sorts of places – hitch-hiked, got into strange cars. I was incredibly lucky.