What's that bloody humming?

Hucknall tested a flying bedstead at the old airfield, and you can see why it wanted to get away. There's a mystery hum that keeps people up at night and nobody has ever owned up to it. The high street went barbers and vape shops, and stayed that way.

Eat with care. The takeaways scoring 0 to 2 on hygiene run at 3.7 times the typical town's share, and there are hardly any public loos to run to afterwards. Some knobhead keeps torching the bins too, at nearly twice the typical town's rate of deliberate fires. Locals call it Mucky Uckna. They'd know.

The editor, kept up all night by the hum