The poetry of Dan Corbett.

The best weather forecaster on telly seems to be getting more of the BBC1 slots he deserves. These are just a few of the lines delivered in his compelling, reanimated-Bob-Monkhouse style at the end of yesterday’s lunchtime news:

“Yes, maybe the nice weather heading out in the midday hour. That big warm coat you’ve got: you won’t be needing it today… Here is the view in that Manchester. Look at that! The rain: wet all day for shopping. Not the night for the washing there.”

There was loads more but he was saying it faster than I could write it down.