I have the makings of a tramp, apparently
I was working as a sound engineer in that there London and having a mooch around Notting Hill one afternoon. After a few pints, and a self telling off for not going before I had left, I found myself nipping into a public toilet.

I walked down the stairs and found a hobo convention! There were four or five of them who all turned to look at me as I entered. There was no going back without pissing myself, so I made my way to a urinal as one started on his, "I need a couple of quid to get home" speech. I put on my gruffest Glaswegian accent and said, "Fucksake, can ye no wait till I've had a pish."

To which the mendicant replied, "Oh, sorry, are you on the road your self."

GET TO FUCK. I thought I looked quite dapper.

Got out without giving any money away, but I did lose a couple of fags.
( Cheeses of Nazareth Where's Captain Kirk? www.whereiskirk.com, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 18:51, Reply)