No one was making anything new. No documentaries along the present emergency. No one had the time or energy to programme new channels.
Everyone was to busy staying alive.
This was at the beginning. This was during The Cull itself, as The Blight swept the country, as the infrastructure gave way like a dam made of salt and all the comfortable certainties - advertising, street-sweepers, hotdog stalls, the Metro newspaper on the underground, discount sales, pirated DVDs, free samples from the supermarkets, full vending machines - all the little frills you never fucking noticed, just slowly ...