Stylish short stories which give views of Manchester by white, mainly male, working class and young voices which really ring true. But be warned - it was only the very black humour that prevented me from getting completely depressed.
Danny sat down on a bench, looked dazedly at the early morning sky, the clouds blue ink in Guinness, and sank back onto the bench to sleep. Before he slipped away he felt himself grabbed by the coat collar, lifted to his feet and punched in the stomach. He fell over, bounced off the side of the bin and landed on the muddy grass.