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NUMBER UMPTEEN IN AN OCCASIONAL SERIES.

Another ‘damn, if only I’d remembered my camera’ moment this morning. On the train, sitting in front of me, diagonally across the aisle, her back to me. She is copying a speech out of a book of audition pieces into a little blue notebook. Her handwriting is of the variety that looks like it should have circles or hearts for dots on the letter ‘i’s and ‘j’s - but doesn’t. Her long blonde hair is flowing over her pale, long coat. She is wearing pinstripe trousers and leopard-skin pumps. You cannot see her face at all.