“We’ve got African brown rice and lentils, mung bean noodles, a tabbouleh salad. . .” “’Ave yer got any chips?” “We don’t do chips.” “Those bananas look a bit funny.” “They’re not bananas, they’…

Pimple-peppered forehead pressed against the coach window, I gawp at Yvonne and Alice, naked and entwined, eighteen-feet high at the side of the road. Yvonne, inscrutable, gently rests her head on Alice’s hand. Alice…

I despise Sir Keith Joseph. And I’m not alone in this. In an infamous 1974 speech, the right-wing Tory politician suggested that poor families should stop having kids because, “They are creating problem children.…

“I’m So Hollow?” “Here”. “They Must Be Russians?” “Present”. “Vendino Pact?” “Yes, Miss”. A warm summer evening, and its registration time for Sheffield bands at the Lower Refectory on Western Bank. Vice Versa, DVA,…

A job. Finally, I have a job. Almost a year to the day since I left school, and after twenty-five job applications this year alone, I am to be a pensions and insurance clerk at…

“Someone said to me the other day”, relates Judd, “Y,know, the trouble with Sheffield is, it’s just a one-eyed raincoat town.” Brothers-in-rhythm in the band, we’ve bumped into each other outside W.…