May 26, 2002
Boon Hill. Engleseabrook. Arclid Green. On Sunday mornings, Vincent pores over his AA BIG ROAD ATLAS OF GREAT BRITAIN, paying close attention to the area between junctions 16 and 17 of the M6, where he was abandoned as a baby in the back of a Vauxhall Cavalier. Green, blue and red lines criss-cross the map. Vincent flicks through colourful pages and wonders if he was born somewhere with a quintessentially ridiculous British name. Like Thockrington, Cumdivock, Fingringhoe, Throop or Horton-Cum-Studley. Perhaps he was born elsewhere in Spridlington, Copdock, Buttercrambe, Skirpenbeck, Ulceby Skitter or his particular favourite of the moment, Cockington .