I've got a story up over at Shots, the know it all, photograph it all, be all of UK crime mags.
This story, Punched Out, was born on a long drive from Pennsylvania* to anywhere else. Over tired brains listening to crappy radio laughing maniacally at the concept of murdering someone with office products. Think about it... there are a lot of potentially lethal weapons at hand in a place where people, on the edge after months or years of resentment and backstabbing, can indulge in some office ultra violence.
It took a few years but damned if the story wasn't ripened to fruition.
Unlike my story of murder via petstore wares.
*nothing against Pennsylvania. Now.