And now for something (a bit) different. I've just started work on a short story aimed at wayward teens. I can't say much about it, but the aim is show how things can get out of hand in a gang-related incident. Our tale begins in Victorian Liverpool (see, it's not just London) with the condemned 'villain' of the peice being abruptly awoken from his last night's sleep by the visage of the Grim Reaper....what a way to wake up eh? Must be a Monday.