PJ Smith was born in North Liverpool. Just another one of the kids growing up on Newby Street.

He followed a path, lost his footing. His fall was broken by the net of creativity. Writing, just getting it all out of your head and onto the page. Roy was born.

The fella least likely first walked onto a stage four years ago and took the mic. He immediately grabbed and held attentions and led them through the streets of his imagination introducing his weird and wonderful characters.

Roy wanders his world and observes. He watches and recounts tales of ordinary and extraordinary inner-city madness. Where good snarls at evil and evil snarls right back. It’s dark, it’s sharp, it’s heartwarming and it’s funny. Ladies and gentlemen, the stories you are about to hear are true. Only the names have been changed to provoke the guilty.