Going underground

On the day: 
01/11/2012 

On the way: 
It's a big deal. Business in the big city, he's come in by train. 
He's coming down the escalator from the platform, gazing up at the bright posters, personal assistant in attendance. 
She holds the itinerary. And an extra jumper. And a picture book. And the beaker of juice. And the mid-morning snack. And a damp cloth in a Tupperware to wipe his face afterwards. She's thought of everything. She's his fixer. She can sort stuff out.
But for now it's the details he requires: Where's the Underground?' 
She gestures towards the entry to the Tube. 'It's there.' 
He remains unimpressed. 'Doesn't look very underground,' he observes sceptically. 
Fair point, kiddo, but even Mum can't fix that for you. 

On the pod: 
Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers 

On the front page: 
Cameron humiliated on eve of EU budget (The Times)