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I notice for the four-and-a-quarter minutes Annually my expertise is called for At crystal clear headquarters That all the world is glass. That I can see you Seeing me, and when I tap you on At teatime I will see you Seeing yourselves again and just before You tell me life got worse and let’s see how, You show me your reporters About to do their work or in mid-shoot Or saying that went well or hey let’s do it Hey let’s go again For the viewers. Everything is glass I understand, the On-and-Off, the All-or- Nothing, Do-or-Die Is all there is, small wonder half of us Are facepalms through the day, the other half Stark staring from the night. No one knows, but those who know remember The glass when it was walls and you saw nothing, The building like a brain But not a brain post-mortem and picked clean, No an organ most mysterious, constrained, Descending in a room For who can say how many storeys, down Through studios lost and shows you know in dreams They never made again, Archives grown so deep they generate Fresh episodes sporadically, through bars Like theatres like dance-halls That couldn’t have been there but there they are When the doors slide. Right then you realise You’re not alone down here, A sweet persistent face is asking questions, Curious as a Dr Who companion Nobody recalls But we need your answers Doctor for the viewers We need them or all life will end, we need them Or the plot will just sound silly So you had better start in your eccentric Outfit, he or she is waiting there With his or her big eyes Wide open, trying to hope it’s not the end. Don’t make them wait too long and don’t forget Up there on the shattered streets Tonight when you’ve remembered everything And patiently explained and even though Your explanation’s nonsense We all shall raise a pint to you at The George On Great Portland Street, on us or we’ll chip in Now even the companion Gets it and you put an arm around her Or him as the sirens wail and we shall dance All night in our cosy shelter.