Project Tag: Sheffield
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Angel Street
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There he was. Arthur Scargill. Sixty feet high and wearing a miner’s helmet. It wasn’t Scargill, of course. It was a mural in brick of a steelworker who looked a bit like him. The mural had been made when the gable wall was built in the eighties. At that time the man was living in…
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“What a pillock.” The two boys in the seat in front of him turned to look at him. John turned to look through the window, his face burning at missing his stop and speaking his thoughts out loud. The bus had just turned on to London Road. He pressed the button and got off, chuntering…