Walk into the centre of any British city and you’ll see Kebabylon. I glimpse it around the student village of south Manchester. A weary Palestinian yawning behind the counter as he checks his phone. A middle-aged Indian tapping his fingers on the wheel as three girls in nano-skirts bundle into his car. Chips, booze, pubs, clubs, pills, thrills. Mark Fisher called it “depressive hedonism”: student life as a carousel of thuggish stimuli.
Dale Lately on thugs, booze, youth, and Manchester.