Ran past me as I walked to the station this morning.  She had on a blue addidas tracksuit and a beanie from which her white-gold hair hung down loosely to her shoulders, framing a face etched with the lines of a life hard lived.

She was the very spit of Jimmy Saville.

In other news from my commute, a man stalled his brand new M3 convertible at the traffic lights, having given it the badboys revs.  He got a heh.

Also saw a pair of goldfinches.