One-armed bandit!
Up in the far reaches of scotland there exists a little place called Stirling, a town devoid of emotions, sympathy and morals. In this faraway town-city of central scotland there was a begger, a tramp and a lot of drunken students. A perfect spot for the one known as the one-armed bandit...or realistically a smelly old guy with only one good hand.

This tramp would wander around the small enclosed city center in an old mouldy looking tweed jacket, a yorkshire cap and look of longing in his small weedy cataract eyes. Wander, wander...he would be everyday and if he spots a potential prey he would pounce on you and very politely ask all manner of innocuous questions like " are you a student....what are you doing...gie me a pound for fags". Normally his beady eyes are raping all the young innocent students of stirling before he moves in for the kill. Then he would very subtly just hold out his decrepit one arm with no hands asks to shake your hand...the horror of it would send even the french tourists streaking back to france. If there ever was a brave soul in stirling who would shake the hand of the devil himself it would look as if he is pulling a one armed bandit and hoping for a jack pot. Not very likely since he smells of cheap cider and unwashed clothing.

And wander still he does...
(EpeeDemic, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 11:11, 1 reply)

Stirling, a town devoid of emotions, sympathy and morals.
I *fully* concur.
(dxg, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 17:02, closed)