Boxy steel containers, going all round the world, secret codes and numbers sprayed on the side, all in the uniform colour of the line or the product Carried from railhead to railhead behind chugging snaking deisel trains, picked up by crane operated pincers and deposited on the back of a working classs semi trailer, driven by a man named jack with arms as fat as tyres and tattoos etched so deep only the devil could remove them. A touch on the accelerator and another puff of diesel blackens the air. He drives to the port where another praying mantiss crane hovers and picks up his load and swivels it across to the container ship ready for earliest departure. The ship sits in a smudgy dock that wreaks of a mixture of oil and diesel and rotting seaweed.

The crane operator is dreaming of a beer for breakfast, can feel those amber bubbles exploding in his mouth, the cold wet river that goes straight to his gut and sends warm fuzzies up to his brain before he gets back to moving more Lego blocks around the docks and fitting them into place. To keep him in the zone right now he unwraps another couple of slugs of PK chewing gum from the orange packet, a strange fruity mix tickles his tongue and his jaw ratchets up and down while he caresses levers and adds another DANSK line rectangle to the others…..