A few weeks ago the phone rang for me in the office. I have worked for VICE for over three years, but NEVER ONCE has the phone rung for me. Who was it? The council looking for unpaid taxes? A disgruntled ex-housemate, looking for money for council tax? Fortunately the call was about neither of these things. I was just going to Alcatraz.
Read about what it’s like in Alcatraz here.
