I went to Wonderland yesterday - well I watched Alice in it. As always, accompanied by my movie-going-childhood friend Avneet, I went to watch Tim Burton's lastest masterpiece/rendition of the classic tale by Lewis Caroll. I've heard people say that Lewis Caroll was high when he wrote the original story, or that this was a manifestation of a drug trip. Regardless, this will always remain one of my favourite stories. Wouldn't it be nice if for once in a while we could just escape our ordinary lives, and jump into a rabbit hole to a world of nonsense where we could have tea with the Mad Hatter? One could dream - that, or take some serious acid.
