Kitty, my hands have disappeared. Pardon? Every Wednesday evening, Jimmy calls Kitty. For precisely nine minutes. At £1.20 a minute. Jimmy is 36, lives with his mum and works at Newport’s only drive-through doughnut restaurant. Kitty is a phone sex worker living in the granny flat of a topiary enthusiast. Things were looking up for Jimmy when he met Kitty for the first time, but then he loses his job at the drive-in and starts to feel a strange tingling in his fingers. Kitty’s not a psycho... See more >