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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Royal Ascot = lots of trampsBack when I was a wee whippet of a child there was a tramp who lived in our small town who went by the name of Tinker. Tinker would spend his nights asleep either in a tent up the local hills or on one of the many stone benches dotted around the old shopping precinct.
My mam would never let me get too close but as a naturally inquisitive 3-year old I would say hello and he always had a cheery response.
Tinker had a nice bushy beard, a long green coat and always (and I mean ALWAYS) wore a top hat; and that's why whenever I see posh twats all dressed up on the telly they'll always look like tramps in my eyes.
(, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 0:00, Reply)
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