Morning slick as a tabloid supplement,
its glad anthem of eggs and bacon.
But then things slipping off the agenda
the network not responding, please try again later
tossing us out through the afternoon: its shut shops,
sad bottle-banks, belts of weather edging in from
the midlands, bringing long spells, brief interludes;
to the place where you undeniably loom,
like a vicious rumour turning out to be true.