In the sniffstream

On the day: 
23/11/2012 

On the way: 
A grey November morning on the public transport system brightens when a slim man in a thigh-length, padded and hooded, light khaki rain jacket over a thin, iron-grey cable-knit jersey gently shoulders his way through the throng in the aisle of the bus, holding a gold key in his right hand, a wallet and a travelcard in his right, and wearing a slightly apologetic, slightly bemused, but delightful  smile on his face. 
And in his wake, a slipstream of good feeling. 
It follows him to the back of the bus, where he drapes himself over one and a half seats, his right leg swinging from the knee to reveal pinky-purple socks between the hem of his cheap khaki trousers and his worn black Reebok trainers. 
And then starts the sniffing... 

On the pod: 
Overflowing: The Usual 

On the front page: 
Drink drivers may face a lifetime ban (Metro)