T-Cut by Zack Wilson I could tell that something bad was going to happen almost as soon as I pulled up outside the open warehouse door. There was just such a look of idiocy about them all in there, the over-bright yellow lights far too yellow in an October blue evening. There were a couple [...]

Escape by Zack Wilson I was walking home to Hillsborough through Malin Bridge, glad of the early finish because I hated wearing a tie. There was a lot of traffic on Holme Lane, where the tram lines run in front of the gardenless terraced houses. It was getting towards rush hour, but it seemed worse [...]

Never Cross a Picket Line by Zack Wilson I found myself manning a picket line this week. Not a picket line outside a mine or crumbling mill, but outside one of the many office buildings of Sheffield City Council. My comrades weren’t donkey jacketed steel workers, clustered round a burning brazier, seeking warmth under rain [...]