It’s freezing tonight. Got a jumper on
For the first time in several weeks, you know
It was quite warm earlier when the sun
Did its cameo up there in Glasgow
And Paisley, briefly popping its hat on
Psychedelically, but not parking it
No! Rain fell too, but not purple-hued. Down
It crashes, here on Salford, godlike spit
Lashing the gutters of a cleaner town
Than days of old that Ewen used to know
Now Ordsall is reborn, against odds, thrown
Into post-modern BBC-dom grown
The Quays to the new media kingdom
But cold it grows. May the sun shine on snow.
Fri 4 Sept
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