Seasons Greetings from Byker Books
Have a great one fellow radgies!
Evening all,
Since resurrecting BB on the Substack platform earlier this year we’ve managed to give you over a hundred and thirty (134 actually!) pieces of quality writing in our own ‘council estate’ style.
We’ve also reprinted a couple of our classics from the Byker Thriller series - see here if you want a stocking filler.
Going forward we have plans next year to publish at least one brand-new novel and we’re looking very seriously at bringing back the ‘Radgepacket’ short story collection (writers - you’re on notice!)
None of this would be possible without the continued support of you, our loyal fanbase, so from the bottom of our hearts we thank you and wish you and yours a very, very happy Christmas from us all here at Byker Towers.
We’ve collated a small selection of some of our favourite posts from over the year for you to revisit and, as a special Christmas gift from us to you we’ve thrown in a very special offer!
If you subscribe we’ll send you a random book from our heyday as a very sweary publisher…we’ll also knock 10% off the subscription fee! It’s basically less than a coffee and you’ll get a mint book on top of the great writing we churn out every month. No-brainer man!
Have a great Christmas and Happy Reading.
The Ed
A Good Day
A lone seagull circled high above the Longcroft estate. Her keen eyes looking out for food. She skirted around the smoke from a burning car on the waste ground near the old tannery. Her heightened senses spotted the youngsters smoking at the bus shelter as they waited for the school bus. She finally fluttered past Kebab King and came to land outside the…
Neighbourhood Watch
Karl Robson scratched the beer belly protruding from over his tracksuit bottoms, burped loudly and flicked what was left of his cigarette over the balcony of the tower block onto the vandalised children’s playground below. Only then did he contemplate the two, nervous looking, middle-aged women standing before him.
The Witness - Pt 1
The Alleyway Late afternoon and James had bunked off school. It was no big deal. His grades were down the toilet anyway so one more day off wouldn't make any difference. His Mum had spies everywhere though so he had to get ever more creative about where he hung out when he was supposed to be in school. The old warehouse district was fun to explore anyway…
One-Armed Sid
‘You’re not going to the club again. Don’t ignore me.’ Grandma jabs her finger into Granda’s arm as he steadies the shoehorn, forcing his feet into scuffed brogues. He pulls an Elastoplast out of his jacket pocket, hurriedly peeling off the paper backing and sticking it across the bottom of a flapping sole. ‘Jesus Christ, man, you were already docked for two days last week.’