Mirrors have always freaked me out a bit. Who the hell is that staring back at me? Why does he obey me? And what happens if he doesn’t? ‘The Tain’ by China Melville is a great exploration of this. Our reflections, the Imagos, rebel and invade. Very creepy stuff, particularly the disembodied reflections – hands that pair up to make bird-like creatures that infest a post-apocalyptic London like the pigeons that are now all dead. And beautifully written, as always with China.

And to this day I have never been able to say ‘Candyman’ five times in a mirror.