Torn

At lunchtime I walked all the way up this road, past the football stadium, turned up a dead end street and watched a graffiti spattered good's train trundle by on its way to the power station then tried snapping a sign with the word 'BEAVER' written on it to make a funny. Failed. Walked back and ate a gammon and cheese roll whilst listening to Elbow.

The bread either side of that meaty sandwich filling was a bit thin and floppy.