Tidy score

On the day:
16/04/2012


On the way:
His hair is neat, his beard neater, smooth hands with clean, short but not nibbled nails. 
White shirt, black jersey (it's not a tank top, the cuffs can be seen at his wrists, neatly revealing just a centimetre of white shirt cuff, but he looks like he could carry one off, in fact he has got to have a few in shades from beige to restrained burgundy), his  trousers neat, grey but with lines narrow black and occasional wider tan running vertically, narrow black with occasional wine red, and black shoes, the kind that have just three eyes for laces up near the mouth, then acres of leather down to a point, but not excessive, y'know. Neat. 
On his lap is a pile of papers. Not neat, disappointingly. The top page bears the word 'Briefing' in bold letters, beside him a bag with a Mayor of London logo on it. A Boris boy, then. But he's not studying his papers, they were cast aside when he got the news. Which explains why they are no longer neat. So that's all right then. 
The news from his insider in the Livingstone camp, the tip-off that Red Ken has a new election strategy based on his discovery that Boris has been... That Boris has been what? Come on. Think this one through. If I knew the answer to that, would I be writing this blog or would I be using the information to fund a week off perusing the varied artistic treasures of Catalonian and Castillian Spain? 
No. No I don't know what surprises such a leak would spring. And no, he's no longer studying a now defunct briefing, he is focused on his phone, his neat fingertips stabbing with intent and precision, a warning to the Tory campaign manager. Of course he's not calling, loose lips sink mayoral bids. 
Now his stop is approaching. He stuffs his papers into his bag, glances once more at his phone, frowns, the decision is made, the Rubicon is crossed, alea iacta est, one more stab at touchscreen. The phone responds.
Pa-pada-pa pa-pada-pa pa-padapadapadapadapada-pa. Do you want to continue playing Angry Birds? No. 
Still, he was 1,200 points over Nick M's hi-score. Tidy.


On the pod: 
The Saltwater Room - Owl City


On the front page: 
Military tells Cameron to retreat over new jets (The Times)