TrampsTramps, 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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chthonic, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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Not quite a tramp, but...Many years ago, the first Mrs Razors and I were in a pub in Hertford enjoying a quiet drink when an overly refreshed gent wandered over to our table, swaying and shouting.
What he was shouting was "I'm the best bastard in Hertford; you ask anyone. Best bastard in Hertford".
This went on for a few minutes until the landlord plucked up courage to ask him to leave.
Later, I related our adventures to a friend. "Oh, thats Eddie", he told me. "What he was really saying was 'I'm the best plasterer in Hertford'", which may have been true before he discovered a taste for Special Brew.
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