Emily had genuinely loved them ever since she first met the folk-pop-punk fourpiece at a grassroots festival in Liverpool. She'd been writing for an underground Socialist magazine, and was covering the infiltration of big business money and advertising into supposedly "by the people, for the peop...
She resisted. It was the end of May but it was still too early in the year for the air to be warm enough. Hell, this was Manchester, it was unlikely to ever be warm enough. She stretched and sat back in her fraying office chair, and smiled at the morning sunshine. She allowed herself one distract...