On the day:
23/01/2013
On the way:
The clouds hang low over the station, grey but almost white like silent steam, keeping in the cold.
And sucking up the sound. The birdsong has gone - just the occasional lonely note. The roads are quiet and cautious motors only murmur. Even the weeds on the once-green sward are silenced beneath a ruffled blanket of snow.
And the trains slide up and slip away by stealth. Perfect for a predatory 10.16.
On the pod:
Castle Of Glass - Linkin Park
On the front page:
Harry: My shame at naked pictures (Metro)
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