Strung up

On the day: 
28/02/2012 

On the way: 
He walks with a marionette's swagger as though he has quails' eggs in his change pocket of his grey City suit. The jacket is snug but the trousers reveal his ankle knobs, mercifully covered by black socks. His tie, struggling out of his diagonal lined waistcoat is an iridescent blue with pink lowlights but the silk kerchief protruding from his breast pocket is distinctly pink with strong navy stripes. 
When he's sitting in his seat on the train, his left knee achieves perpetual motion, up and down, the invisible hand pulling the strings as strung out as he is strung up, as his attention switches from phone to tablet, tablet to phone, phone to tablet, delivering instructions, demonstrating control. 
At the far end of the platform his words are indistinct, but he communicates hands-free, free to add expression in loose-limbed gestures, a shadow puppet against the white sky. 

On the pod: 
If Nothing Else - Letcher 

On the front page: 
Divorce? Have a £4,000 bill for photocopying (Metro)