Although she is tiny, with slumped shoulders and a breathy, baby voice, Bamford demands your attention. Her moments of darkness and sobbing in front of mirrors are given an irresistible sugar coating, and the school bullies and support group nutters she magics up from the depths of her memory feel like people you would recognise later in the street. Transformations occur with a tiny adjustment of her shoulders, or a flick of her hair.
