The National Society for the Preservation of Good Old-Fashioned Tramps is doing its job thenI passed one recently who was all downhearted and sitting in a puddle of his own piss. He started ranting incoherently at me, and as it happened I was carrying 8 cans of slightly out-of-date Grolsch so I gave him one. It was like watching a little light go on in his eyes, and I left him a much happier piss-soaked alcoholic.
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emvee cruor deo cruoris,
Tue 31 Aug 2010, 10:42,
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I was walking beside the Clyde yesterdaywhen I spotted a pair of legs sticking out of the undergrowth beside the path, still wrapped around a bike. The guy had cycled off the path, splatted face-first into the weeds, and stayed there. I approached with caution, wondering who you're meant to call if you find a dead body.
"HEY MISTER! ARE YOU OK?" I yelled, from just outside punching distance. He woke up. He was just very, very drunk.
("HEY MISTER! ARE YOU OK?" I yelled, from just outside punching distance. He woke up. He was just very, very drunk.
Crystal Magnet Like a diamond geezer, but better,
Tue 31 Aug 2010, 10:57,
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