Alice Vincent was born in July 1947 in Reading, a sleepy market town in the Somerset countryside. At seven she already had brown eyes, and by the time she was in school she already had a profile that would make any man stops for a moment in order to admire her beauty. But Alice was not the type of pretty girl that was easy to get along with. She was always known for her cheeky, wise remarks. She always went for the laugh, which endeared her to many readers and was also very attractive. Alice grew up in a modest family in a community of Quakers.
Although Alice was not particularly tall, as she grew up she tried various physical tricks to gain an illusion of height and finally landed herself a job in a printing press. She managed to impress her employer’s enough so that they offered her a position in their business, and even paid for her to go to college. But it was not until she was thirty that she began to notice a gradual decline in height, and in the following years she never once wore a wig or padded bra, even for casual Friday nights. It must have been the enforced seriousness and sense of humour of her employer that allowed Alice to retain her belief in herself.
By the age of fifty she had achieved an ideal height of just over five feet, which made her the same height as an average American woman of that era. It was obvious from this time that her career in the print industry was going to go ahead. After numerous short stories and articles Alice Vincent signed up for a magazine called “ancies” that offered a great opportunity to showcase her writing talents. ” Affairs” was, for a time, the only women’s magazine in the UK, and its masthead gave an entirely different view of Alice than her readers were used to seeing. Although Alice was still writing short stories, the acceptance of her work by British society and by the prestigious “itles” helped her attain her true potential, and she soon began to write full time.