Monthly Archives: November 2011

This is little Johnny, he’s eight years old. He’s a god-fearing American citizen who just happens to have no arms or legs or nose or penis, but he can’t afford insurance so the ambulance has just dumped him by a refuse container on this fine Ameri… Continue reading →

On winning the Not the Booker prize – the event. Thursday 10 November 2011Descending the dark paint spattered stairs, I entered a cellar room divided by a brick partition with a hole blown through it so big it looked like it had been a victim of J… Continue reading →