Millicent Martin was a man on a mission. He’d already mentally left the fog and fug of his life behind: the screaming child, the nylon duvet that gave him shingles, the carpet that rucked up each time he tried to do a squat jump on it. So what was Millicent Martin intending to do? Millicent Martin was going to raise havoc. He went into the loft and bought down the Maasai spear from his holiday in Kenya when he eighteen. His wife cried ‘No!’ but Millicent Martin cried ‘yes, bloody well yes,’ and set off down the high street to find an impala to impale.
