lovely hobo
I came out of Ministry of Sound around 4am and was waiting by the bus-stop with a group of friends, i stepped away to make a phone call and glanced upon, the most cracked out crazy looking old black gentleman, who was running down the road towards me, imagine like modern zombies who can sprint, it was a little bit like that.
Anyway he can running up to me and started shaking my hand and requesting spare change, he couldn't seem to talk very well because of lack of teeth but he wasn't being aggressive and was pleasant just a bit pushy so i gave him a few coins and he thanked me and wandered off.
I finished my phonecall and went to the bus-stop where i witnessed him and my mate Mohammed both chatting. He spots me and grabs me and introduced me to my own friend, we played along and pretended we had never met, he looked so happy to have helped us make friends, then he asked for some change from our group and then continued running across the road to the other people outside the nightclub.

Wavvy lines..
about three months later i was in Brixton with Mohammed again and guess who turns up same guy!
He didn't remember us attal..
which wasn't nice
we assumed he would be so happy that two people he introduced had become great friends
(Bludfoot rushing out since, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 18:06, Reply)