The Number 37

WHAT I’m about to write is true. In 1996, the night before a big audition, I had a dream. It was a Thursday night I think. THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY SEVEN, that’s all I could remember of this dream. The Number 37, that’s all it...

22 years on…

IT’S now over 22 years since that sunny spring day when many made a hopeful trip over the Pennines to Sheffield and far too many never returned. In that time there have been many false hopes and wrong turns in the quest for justice. The despair at the newspaper...