Revving at midnight, every night

Foggo was built as a model village for the miners. The pit's gone and the model's seen better days. At night the supermarket car park fills with lads revving engines and leaning on the horn like they're owed something. And there's no bloody forest.

There aren't many pubs either, 3 for the lot of them, so the car park is the night out. Tea's a gamble: low hygiene ratings are more than three times as common as in the typical town, and nearly four times at the takeaways. Mansfield council's fly-tipping runs at 1.7 times the typical council's, and the grass gets torched for something to do.

The editor, who couldn't hear himself think