On the day:
09/05/2012
On the way:
His sparse, white hair is cropped to within an inch of its life, and there's probably not an awful lot of life left in it.
On top of head anyway. His white beard is permitted no purchase on his cheeks - a sartorial decision. - but its in good health above and below his mouth, giving it an illusion of length.
But that's not the only thing that betrays him as an urban wizard. His wand is in his Waitrose carrier bag - cunningly disguised as an umbrella - to afford him some mastery over the inclement weather. His robe looks like a long, dark blue raincoat, but he's been rumbled, this sorceror of the streets, I know his secret now so he has no power over me.
Not that he is to be feared - his eyes are benevolent, the kind that curve downward at the edges, upended apostrophes.
And it's in his vibrant, spring green scarf tucked into his robe, he clearly revels in the forces of life. He tugs at it and it flops out in all its verdant glory of the season. See here good folk, I show my colours, you need fear naught from me.
That's all very well, pal, but if you're this mighty mage, why are we still waiting for a bus after 15 minutes?
On the pod:
Have Some Rain - The Evinrudes
On the front page:
Bankers' bonuses blocked by judge (London Evening Standard)
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