This week is the 5th anniversary of a night changed my life forever.
I had been visiting a stripper for a few months at a club in the City, but this night I was to meet her privately for the first time.
She was well aware of my love of dressing up, and always called me Alice when we met.
But that night was to be the first time I had ever shared Alice with anyone. It was a big, scary thing for me to do, but also intensely exciting.
We met in an East End pub first and then returned to my hotel room.
I got changed in the bathroom and nervously revealed myself to her. All my worries slipped away as she embraced me and complimented my look.
Over the next few months, we would meet regularly in bars and hotels for drinks and fun, but it is that first night that sticks in my memory so vividly.
I still think of her often and miss her desperately.