When I sobered up, I got a shock. My painted outer shell fell away, cracking wide open, and inside her was a surprise doll. A socially awkward, bookish, introverted doll. The likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was 12. I eyed this hidden doll with bewilderment. I didn’t recognize her. I thought she’d buggered off 16 years ago and here she was, back in my life. She was a lot nicer than my party-girl doll, who could be a bit of a wanker, but she was also startlingly different.
