It was night and the middle of winter
I passed a fairly elderly, very down and out looking tramp sitting in a doorway.
There was something about his sad blue eyes that really shook me to the core and I stopped and asked, stupidly, if he was OK.
He replied "I am fine thank you" in the poshest accent ever.
I went to the nearest Wimpy Bar (in the early/mid 70's, that's all there was) and bought back for him a hamburger and chips.

I tried to give them to him but he said "no thank you very much, I am a vegetarian". In those days vegetarianism hadn't even been invented, or rather, it wasn't a fashionable fad. I said "Oh crikey, so am I, can't you just eat the chips?" to which he replied "Thank you for your kind thought but I prefer not to eat junk food".

I still think about him to this day and wonder what tragic event caused such a posh bloke to end up on the streets and yet still retain his standards.
( Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 17:39, 2 replies)

I am not vegetarian
But I would probably have to think twice about making the decision about a slow, agonising starving to death, or a wimpy meal.

Christ.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 18:40, closed)

Are you sure he was a tramp?
Might have just been a posh chap in a rather down mood.
(Scritty Bakerman., Wed 8 Jul 2009, 2:50, closed)