Morning.

Wendys turned into a Woody Allen burger from Easy Street, at midnight. Ate that, fell asleep. I'm now awake. It is 4am. Bugger.
I get to see in the dawn, which would be much better viewed from a beach, looking out over the horizon. The cars passing do sound like the tide, if you don't listen too hard. The radio is still playing BBC World Service. Its lovely, like I'm on a holiday listening to  the news from home. Its all bad, but the voices lull you in, murmuring about the end of the world, whilst I drink my first coffee of the day. Its now crossing to more abrasive American and I have to bail, before the experts, who know fuck all, start mincing on about money and war. Coffee.