On the day:
07/05/2012
On the way:
Leaning against the bus shelter he is relaxed, poised like a big cat, he could strike at any moment. But he won't. There's no menace here.
His felt coat falls to his calves, followed by dark blue jeans and brown leather shoes, long years of service rewarded with the care of brush and polish.
His moustache, running down either side of his mouth to his chin, is both salt and pepper, manly but not aggressive. The gentle is also in his eyes. Absent? Unquestioning? Unreadable? And on top of his head, a leather pork pie hat.
He hops effortlessly onto the bus and curls into a seat. Did he turn a circle before settling? Then watches the morning streets pass.
The bus halts and he uncoils, slips onto the street and he's off to prowl the concrete jungle. Of Catford.
On the pod:
Constant - Fetish
On the front page:
France turns left with revolt against austerity
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