Middle England, 2014. Skies greyer than factory steel. The Local Authority’s got no money, and the residents even less: a crowning achievement of Cameron’s Britain. Unanswered questions, zero opportunities, and a lack of any-fucking-thing-to-do raise tensions between old and new residents. But we’ve got each-other, y’know? Expect booze, boobs and a cheeky splash of bloodshed.