I’m From Wigan, Me: A Love Letter To My Home Town

Published 14th October 2020 by The Hysteria Collective

On the main road, the buzz of suburban, school-run traffic makes for a polite yet incessant accompaniment to my uphill walk. I squint my eyes, fighting against the sun, and see the corner shop on the horizon. My strides get longer and faster.

Pushing the door open, a sharp bell rings and the thick scent of the cashier’s nail varnish smacks me in the face. She stuffs the little, neon-pink bottle into her Paul’s Boutique handbag, (helpfully placed on the floor next to her, allowing for easy access to her Pall Mall cigarettes) and looks…

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