The Seinfeld Chronicles

I sometimes get up late and spend the afternoon watching Seinfeld.
I can tell you nothing about the day's news
about Benazie Bhutto returning from exile,
I know nothing about Hezbollah

or who is favourite in the Liberal Democrat leadership race
because I am much more interested in Kramer
filling a washing machine with cement
and I don't know whether this is me being lazy,

that I could be reading Booker winners
or volunteering in a charity shop
helping the guys in the lab cure cancer
but then I think of my uncle who fought at Belsen,

all of my grandma's sisters dying in their 30s
and I wonder whether it's so wrong
to watch and re-watch the episode in the Chinese restaurant
and to keep a book of the scripts
next to the toilet.