On the day:
16/05/2012
On the way:
He has grey hair fading to a distinguished white at his temples. His suit is sober grey, his pullover light grey, his shirt pale pink. So far so fade into the background.
The document he is studying and carefully marking/ annotating has a legal look about it - numbered lines and regular mentions of Mr Justice ****** and no pictures. His black ticks join the scribbled words in red and in blue, the jabs and strokes drawing blood, leaving scars. And the second document is headed *****/***** dispute. Of course I can't say - it's sub judice or some such.
So he'll be off in a couple of stops. He'll palely pass the multicoloured chaos of the market stalls, ghost through the underpass with its vivid mosaics, and up the road incognito to the imposing facade of the court buildings, and up to the third floor to his poky little office, more a booth than a chamber, almost unnoticed, a secret identity.
Then burst forth, transformed, a tornado robed in black justice, a wind of change, the scourge of the corporate courtroom, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare flout fair trading, pay insufficient attention to competition legislation conduct their business unethically in his town. Corporate criminals are a superstitous lot, I will be... a stiff breeze.
And at six o'clock he will return to his telephone booth and emerge the mild mannered commuter no one would suspect of leading this double-life. Unless they notice the papers on his lap.
On the pod:
Big Mistake - Natalie Imbruglia
On the front page:
Brooks pledges to fight 'unjust' hacking charges
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