About

Born in 1980 on a council estate in Spennymoor, County Durham the tough, proud heart of the old coalfield country Lee J. Angus was raised in a close-knit community where neighbours were like extended family, doors stayed unlocked, and everyone rallied round in hard times whether it was a new bairn or just needing a cup of sugar borrowed without asking.

 

That unbreakable marraship shaped him deep: the shared laughs over backyard fences, the quiet support when grief hit a house, the fierce pride in looking out for one another. It’s the heartbeat of every story he tells the ordinary folk holding each other up, turning grit into warmth that lasts generations.

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He left school at sixteen and spent his career on factory floors, enduring long shifts in engineering and manufacturing. His hands bear the permanent marks of oil and metal, and the scent of honest labour followed him home each night, just as it had for generations of his forebears.

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Writing ignited as a private passion in the early 1990s. During night shifts, on the top deck of buses rumbling through darkened streets, or in the quiet hours after others had gone to bed, he filled battered notebooks with stories. For over thirty years, he poured his experiences into tales of post-apocalyptic worlds emerging from abandoned pits he never descended, supernatural elements woven into Durham's ancient landscapes, and most vividly the untold stories of the Durham Light Infantry soldiers who marched off from his childhood streets: ordinary men who shouldered extraordinary burdens, only to return and carry the weight of coal dust once more.

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Though he never experienced the cage drop into the mines or the ravages of black lung, the enduring spirit of those mining communities the unbreakable resilience, fierce camaraderie, and dark humour that sustains through hardship infuses every line he writes.

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Friends and family devoured his handwritten stories over countless cups of tea, passing notebooks around and urging him: “These need to be shared with the world, Lee.” He always demurred “They’re just stories, man” until 2025, when the unwavering faith of those closest to him finally overcame his self-doubt.

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At forty-five, still punching the clock on the factory floor, he revisited three decades of notebooks. Typing through weary hands after twelve-hour shifts, he self-published the stories that had lived in his heart for so long. No grand launch, no accolades just a working-class man from a council estate offering the world the tales he was meant to tell, because loved ones convinced him they truly mattered.

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Lee J. Angus still lives in Spennymoor with his family. He still works the shifts, steals hours for writing, and holds firm to the belief that the most powerful stories the ones that endure and strike deepest are those forged in ordinary lives lived with unyielding spirit.

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These are his stories. This is his Durham. And now, they are                                               

                                      Yours!!