On the day:
24/04/2012
On the way:
His brow is a rocky outcrop - there should be birds circling above it, gliding on the updraft from his presumably warm exhalation - the kind a climbers relishes, controlling his breath to calm any faltering nerves as he hangs, parallel with the ground far below, hammering in spike after spike, threading through loops of rope and creeping inch by inch , stomach to stone, towards the relative security of the ledge ahead.
Below the brow and its blades of unruly grey flora, juts a severe nose, hooked, and below that a protruding chin.
He walks with purpose, with long but firm strides. His sheer, black, knee-length coat, his dark trousers and shiny black shoes only add to the impression that he is an undertaker. You've got to wonder whether he has a collapsible top hat in the bag slung over his right shoulder, maybe a well-thumbed tape measure in his closed left hand, a pair of grey gloves tucked into an inside pocket.
Convenient, perhaps, but it can't bode well for the climber as a patch of compromised rock crumbles and a minute spike and a tiny carabiner spin through the air followed by a tenuous strand of rope down towards the station platform far, far below.
On the pod:
Being Followed - Duran Duran
On the front page:
Boris v Ken: Now it's neck and neck (The Evening Standard)
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