Wednesday morning 2am eternal and half of Manchester is sleeping soundly. As for the rest: "We've got a kebab. Have you?" In dark kitchens and sleazy lounges people pause as radio signals stir and begin to swell. Slumbering in rooms with big windows where the streetlights splash through the gaps in the curtains onto the walls, faces under pillows turn half-concious to the call. Guitars ring out provoking, challenging, comforting, sweetly tasting just like your first kiss. After the club, the rest of the night goes slow-mo, as Manchester's night-cats settle in, lights dimmed, and roll at fat one for the Fridge: the chill out slot for forty minutes, from four. Rolling into breakfast-time the tempo begins to pick up, the garden gathers dew for early-morning feet and like milkmen we deliver.
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