On the day:
03/15/2012
On the way:
There is a humming coming from behind me.
Not like an electrical circuit threatening mischief from behind a panel in the blandly blue-grey carriage divider.
Not like a cardboard box of bees, left on a train seat neatly wrapped in green paper covered in cartoon images of pink iced cakes, interspersed with ones of a trio of big-eyed cows, two friesland and one brown, wearing party hats, waving streamers and wielding ballons, dancing and singing, "Happy birthday".
Not like that. More like a young woman, judging from the pitch, unconsciously replaying a snatch of tune, if you can even call it a tune, and no more than a snatch, that has taken up temporary residence like an inoffensive friend of a friend in a spare room who will vacate without demur but only when politely requested to because there is a more urgent need for the space.
I invoke my inner Jessie J, Tom Jones, will.i.am, the.other.bloke... And turn.
A compact Asian man is comfortably snuggled into his seat, the collar of his brown windcheater pulled up high, staring vacantly through thick spectacles.
I would not have picked that.
On the pod: 4 Men 4 Women - The LED
On the front page: 50 agents face DNA test over spy in the bag killing (Daily Mail)
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