On the day:
13/02/2013
On the way:
Half the road is cordoned off for 100 metres or so, eight or nine police officers milling around, a couple of civilian cars behind the barriers and some police vehicles on either side. It's all going down.
What is?
Couldn't say, really, but at the very least it's ripe for speculation. Could the daily commute get more exciting?
Well yes, it could. Actually.
Minutes later the bus is standing at a market-place stop, an attractive, well-dressed (smooth dark slacks, an ash-rose sweater, stylishly flicked hair-that-won't-grow, but no jacket in this icy weather) woman jumps on through the exit door, unexpectedly unfashionably large mobile in her left hand. Not your standard fare-dodger.
She glances up and down the lower deck, eyes scanning intently for something or someone, then dashes upstairs. Then a man in a black uniform, blue epaulettes, appears at the in door, and waits, watching, watching. Until the woman re-emerges from the stairwell.
They exchange a nod, maybe a shake of the head, and they're off again, into the ever-shifting late-morning shopping crowd.
That's a bit more like it, eh?
Well it's the daily commute. You take your excitement where you can.
On the pod:
The Open - Elevation
On the front page:
Royals in a rage at pregnant Kate pics (Metro)
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