Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Words can't express

On the day: 
06/11/2012 

On the way: 
He must be in his mid-teens - not yet a man but no longer a boy - with a high-fringed haircut only a mother could love (and only a father could inflict). 
For all the clear blue skies above the bus on a crisp Autumn morning, it looks like a grey morning for him. Not just sartorially - but he is wearing battleship grey sneakers, charcoal tracksuit bottoms, and a dove grey hoodie over another dark grey hoodie, this one with a lumo green drawstring and zip - but also skeletally. His left forearm is covered in a medical green cast extending all the way to the end of his ring and baby fingers. 
His forefinger and middle finger are free, though. Well, he'll still need a way to communicate. 

On the pod: 
Dreaming Of The Queen -Pet Shop Boys 

On the front page: 
Big business faces tax raid (The Times) 

Meaty issue

On the day: 
06/11/2013 

On the way: 
He paces the pavement beside the bus stop, stiff legs in grey jeans. 
All-American aviator shades hide eyes intent on the phone in his hand; an all-American barbecue chain advertised on his all-American baseball cap. And under his faux-leather, padded black hoodie is a black T-shirt emblazoned with the same logo. 
Now that's some all-American commitment to the cause, right there, y'all. 
Or some all-Southeast London addiction, a'ai, init. 

On the pod: 
Stepped On A Crack - Spin Doctors 

On the front page: 
Cocaine: The perfect heart attack drug (Metro)

Saturday, 3 November 2012

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)

Ready to rumble

On the day: 
02/11/2011 

On the way: 
'2015' he murmurs to himself, incomprehensibly, in a low growl that the the local mutts might take as an offer of fisticuffs. There's more - gripes along the lines of 'Come on let's go'  exhorting the driver to get a move on; the occasional ungrateful 'About time' when the bus pulls out - but mostly its too soft for even the hounds to make out actual words, if indeed they exist. In fact, the rumbling doesn't stop. 
He not a small man, dark eyes staring disapprovingly out of a fleshy face topped with an outstanding mass of curly wet-sandy brown hair. His upper body is swathed in  arctic fleece - black for the sweatshirt, olive green for the jacket -  slate-grey trousers with the occasional white smudge cover his legs and he has light brown leather loafers on his feet. 
Burger bun hands rest in his lap, but every time the bus stops his bright red upmarket supermarket Chistmas bag swings from fingers tipped with pointed nails as his torso lurches forward, squeezing a monosyllable from his lips. 
You can hear that one. It starts with a 'c'. 

On the pod: 
Undivided - Bon Jovi 

On the front page: 
Hangover patch is 'a license to booze' (Metro)

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Avast improvement

On the day: 
31/10/2012 

On the way: 
Hey lady. Yeah you with the headscarf and the double baby buggy. Just because you got little white skulls on your black bandanna doesn't make you a pirate. Now get your galleon out of the channel and dock it.
That's much better. 

On the pod: 
Straight On - Heart 

On the front page: 
Sort out airports or risk recovery - Heseltine (The Times)