24 Hours in Hell

  I hardly even know where to start on what happened over the last 24┬áhours. After voluntarily admitting myself to an acute psychiatric ward, I soon realised it was a frightening and unsafe place, with half-naked people screaming, spitting and shouting throughout the whole ward, and staff doing little too stop them. I've been on …

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Lament of the lone (female) drinker

I'm sitting, for the millionth time in a thousand years, in the afternoon, in a pub, on my own. I'm almost certain I'm the only woman who drinks on her own in pubs at any time of day, let alone before the sun's over the yardarm, but my personal disregard for both male privilege and …