Egg and Stealth Hobo
I sat on one of those flat stone benches around the side of the British Museum a few years back with a mate. We were just having a couple of sandwiches and chatting. I opened my egg mayo sandwich and thought it smelt a bit off, I offered it to Kev to smell and he thought he got a funny wiff too. It was a bit of a vinegary sort of spicy type smell. I took a tentative bite and it tasted fine. I spent the next 10 minutes eating the sandwich really slowly and constantly sniffing it. Kev gave several more sniffs and he too couldn't figure it out. It smelt really weird and tasted fine.
Just as i finished it I caught something out of the corner of my eye and spun my head around. Sitting behind me on the bench no more than 6 inches away was a bushy browed big bearded old hobo (Imagine gandalf with a drink, drug and personal hygiene problem and you'll get a good idea). When I met his eyes he just raised his massive brows and dropped them again letting out a loud nasally exhaling of air.

The funny smell mystery was immediately cleared up, it was stale hobo. Stealth Hobo had somehow shuffled down the street unnoticed by me and Kev and quietly sat down behind us where he proceeded to quietly whiff.

Myself and Kev just burst into fits of the giggles and left. I'd love to think of a new breed of superhero....Stealth Hobo, stalking around kings cross in the evenings, keeping people safe! Brilliant.
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 13:06, Reply)