Breakfast at Wetherspoons is a meditation on the idea that 'Man is born free and everywhere he is in chainstores.' It s a book about freedom and necessity, mortality and time, Tolstoy, Diogenes and Jihadi John. It's a book about poetry and comradeship, and old friends like Sebastian Barker, Barry MacSweeney and David Tipton. It's a late flowering 40-year old love story. And it's a kind of bleak Bradford noir, in which Greenhalf explores life among the Struldbrugs queuing in the Co-op, stays too long in the Hard Day s Night Hotel and catches the last train to Skipton. And at the end of Dead Pan Alley there is always a view of Salts Mill and the green hill rising steeply to Baildon, where John Wesley preached love's holy connexion on the eve of the French Revolution.