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 and fell. His long fall was broken with the help of a net: creativity. Writing, just getting it all out of your head and onto the page. Roy was born. The fella least likely to, first walked onto a stage four years ago and took the mic. He immediately grabbed and held attentions and effortlessly led them through the streets of his imagination introducing the weird and wonderful characters of his, and your conscious, subconscious and unconscious past.

Algorithm Party is a debut publication in which an utterly original, fully-formed literary voice announces itself, somehow full of life, on the page. Liverpool's spoken-word performer Roy's deft, articulate and startlingly observed stories veer from the comic to the calamitous in a breath, cutting to the quick of the broad swathe of people and personalities that comprise his native city, from struggling parents to small-time criminals, pent-up white-collar workers to drinkers long lost to the ale. Roy's eye is as keen as it is generous, presenting, in the great tradition of English realism, the real lives of people up against it in all sorts of ways, muddling through, trying to make the best of it.