Alongside the Rochdale-Manchester railway line is the Sharp Project, an ex-factory now dedicated to tech startups. Doubtless a front for the foment of communism, but I digress.
When I first moved to Manchester fifteen years ago, the most outré thing you would have seen out back of the Sharp factory was a couple of fellows loading palettes of microwaves onto a truck. Today, I saw two young men there photographing a third, who was dressed as a kind of red and green goblin. I’m sure this is all “progress” but I still felt a chill in my heart as the train sped on past Newton Heath.
Not that Sharp wasn’t associated with the black arts even when that place built ovens. The Microwave Magic van was usually parked up there in the late nineties. “When we stop, the magic starts,” read the legend on the side. No record of this necromancy exists.