Here's a message from my fellow Tynesider Stone Franks:
For Sale: 19th century mask of sanity with veneer of respectability x2. I have two short/flash fiction stories: One is 1146 words; The other 2088. Both are Victorian slasher/crime horror, exploring late 19th century do-as-I-say-not-do-as-I-get-high-on-drugs-and-kill-prostitutes attitudes to morality. The shorter one is a dark parody in a Sherlock Holmes-style, the longer one is more serious with a speculative/conspiracy theory twist. Both have highly objectionable content and have been vilified by prospective publishers and lauded by fellow writers.