The Clamps is a story taken from one of my own childhood nightmares, and by that I don’t mean the dubious goings on at the Angel tube station in Islington; although on match days prior to the building of the Emirates Stadium, it wasn’t always a great place to be.
No, I had a recurring nightmare for a good five years or more about my bed coming to life in the middle of the night and trapping me there, and if I moved it would eat me. Perhaps that says more about the inner-workings of my brain t...
Published on March 07, 2017 16:00