<p><b><i>''</i>Halls'' stories show that even in zero-hour, austerity-battered Britain, the tenderness and warmth of human connection exists. <i>The Quarry</i> is, in the end, a testament to this messy truth - how love, hate, hope and fear have always lived on the same street'' </b>GLEN BROWN, author of <i>Ironopolis </i><br><i><br><b>You can see it in them; all that anger inside, it''s toxic. Throw some drink into it and everything bubbles over. People say that they never see it coming, the swing of the fist that kicks it all off, but I can tell.</b></i><br><br>In these interconnected short stories, we meet the men living on the Quarry Lane estate in west London. These are men at work, at the pub, at home, with their families, lovers and friends. Men grappling with addiction, sexuality and the corrosive effects of toxic masculinity.<br><br>From a bouncer at the local nightclub, to a postman returning to the streets of his youth, and a young man thinking of all the things he''d say and