On the day:
14/01/2013
On the way:
Act 1: It's something in the carriage (in the way she bears herself, not in the sixth section of the 10.17, which is where she settles like snow on her seat), her delicate yet upright poise from her black beret, through the short black bob framing fine features, down her deep red scarf and her simple calf-length black woollen coat, all the way to her black ballet pumps
Her skin may have crinkles but you'd never guess it by the way she glides.
Act 2: And later when she leans out of the ticket office queue, her left foot flat, her right pointed, the straight line from where the toe of her right shoe touches the cold concrete floor, all the way up her right leg and side, as she assesses her chances with the ticket machine.
The dancer may not be in a dance, but the dance is always in the dancer.
On the pod:
For A Friend - The Communards
On the front page:
No Minister: Whitehall I'm 'worst' crisis (The Times)
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