On the day:
04/02/2013
On the way:
She trots up the stairs, the bulbous bun of brassy hair on top of her head steady, like an immense doughnut settled over the neck of a butternut.
Her jacket is black and fake fluffy and her right arm cradles her handbag, while her left is behind her back, her thumb hooked into the central loop of her skinny grey jeans and lest physics triumph over fashion and her overtaxed trousers slither to the floor with a sigh of relief, but hang on to her ankles in a last-minute attack of separation anxiety and trip her up.
Now I don't wish anyone any harm, but in the interests of immaculate slapstick, I'm shouting for physics.
On the pod:
Only Friends - Francoise Hardy
On the front page:
Tory gay marriage rebels told: you're out of touch (The Times)
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