At Home with John and Debbie

Once a week, Melvyn Bragg sends me an email. Actually it’s the In Our Time newsletter, which, er, many people get.

This week, there’s a line-break error, meaning that most of it is in one narrow column, but the occasional line stretches out to the right. Picking out the parts of these lines that stand out, you get something rather poetic (helped by his prose style, I’m sure).

Along Mortimer Street with its wholesale shops and the no-longer-
Soho was empty, almost desolate, today.  As often, it was like a set
Instead dour men with dour vans were loading large packs of
When I ring back North there is nothing but dour, dour, dour.  Here
It’s spring without the leaves on the trees, but that too brings a
Thursdays get in the way of this but I’m making it much more often

It almost works. I was tempted to manipulate it to fix the more jarring hanging phrases, but that would be dishonest.

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