Heathens Rising #3: slipping on the doormat

"I have no idea why he signed me, I haven't kicked a ball in two years and was working in a kitchen." Habib Makanjuola, on arriving at New Bank Street, April 2021 1: A cautionary editor's tale Idiot. Absolute idiot. It took me all of a month in-game to realise it, that blinded by my … Continue reading Heathens Rising #3: slipping on the doormat

Heathens Rising #1: prologue

"It is a place of filth, ruin, and uninhabitableness, Hell upon Earth."Friedrich Engels, The Condition of the Working Class in England 18th January 1902: Bank Street, Manchester. The rain arrives suddenly in sheets, drum-beating small windows thick with grease and grime in a futile effort to erase the reflections of a thousand factory chimneys that … Continue reading Heathens Rising #1: prologue