Cheap fare

Frozen countryside .. motionless horses cold in rugs.. Clegg on train to Leeds fails to warm spyche’s spirits .. what an entourage – though nice to see he’s travelling economy or what heavies call standard. ‘Didn’t produce his ticket, though’ observes passenger. One of ‘ten-strong’ entourage must have..surely.

Unofficially …

Streetlife looks at the world from behind dark glasses; his office, a table on a pavement. ‘Do you know,’ he asks anyone listening, ‘ there are 4000 drivers of new Olympic BMWs in London only one of whom has a PCO’. A ‘PCO’ is given to a chauffeur, licensed by the Public Carriage Office, who has some knowledge of London, a clean criminal record, and is deemed medically fit to drive…

Hey!

A dozen soft-shoed policemen, young, like anyone’s child, gather at 640am; two, a bit older in blue fatigues, shards of silver in short haircuts, carry battering ram, riot shield, fire extinguisher and pole with noose for holding off dangerous dogs ..voices whisper.. one-who-does-nothing gives smile of authority..and off they go on wake up call … ‘doing the Lambeth Walk’ – hey!