A Card From Angela Carter

Angela had had good fortune with her radio plays but was less lucky with writing for theatre and movies.

There was to be no holding back on grounds of good taste; she had no objections to her prose being turned into an extravaganza on ice: on the contrary.

Birds – one of them looking like a ginger wig and called Carrot Top – were released from their cages to whirl through the air, balefully watched through the window by the household’s salivating cats.