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Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
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( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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There's a couple of buskers that get on the district line at Gunnersbury/Turnham green, playing guitar and singing nice songs in their hoarse but tuneful voices. They're busking for cash to stay in a hostel every night. They brighten my day after a few mindless hours in the office. Sometimes you'll see tourists beaming at each other, nodding in time to the music, but as most people on the tube are commuters, the lovely buskers hardly ever get a reaction. I try to give them a couple of quid if I have it, and they're always nice and polite. The last time I saw one and gave him money, he said "thank god, I thought everyone hated me!" I reassured him that it was lovely, and I hoped to see him soon.
However, the man who stands at the bottom of the steps at the back of the RFH, who threatens to rape everyone within earshot, is not a nice tramp. Not a nice tramp at all.
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 15:50, 1 reply)
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At least, there's one guy who seems to be on the District Line at South Ken whenever I'm feeling too lazy to walk home. Perhaps I'm too much of a commuter/embittered Londoner as I usually find it a bit embarrassing. Perhaps I should stop being so square and give them some of my change - they clearly mean well, if nothing else, and they're very nice about it.
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