Into the valley

On the day: 
31/01/2013 

On the day: 
The soles of their city shoes slap the grey slate as they march between the great glass and steel sides of the icy urban canyon towards the lit-up shard of architectural hubris that stabs at the night sky. 
As they move, they fan across the canyon floor, on either side of the shallow watercourse that bisects the valley en route to an unseen reservoir, in a formless formation, the kind Western directors and rock photographers choreograph with such care. 
Dressed in regulation black coats they are as anonymous - no names, you can call them Mr Pink, Mr Orange, Mr Brown... - as they are menacing. 
Or would be, if they weren't hoppity hurrying off in the opposite direction in the hopes of hopping on an early train. 
And not a word about Madonna. 

On the pod: 
Domino Dancing - West End Girls 

On the front page: 
Charity at heart of massive tax avoidance scam (The Times)