VINCENT DUVELL JR was an odd soul who, at the unexceptional age of forty-three, still occupied the top floor of his quite exceptionally aged ninety-nine-year-old mothers house on Monkeyspinach Road in Walthamstow, east London. Their rickety dwelling played host to a gentle toing and froing of life. ...READ MORE
When I was four I first showed my mum the thing I could do and she went white then left the room. Nothing was said about what I did and after that my mum never spent any more time alone with me. I wasn’t allowed near spoons again.