Designer type I worked with...
Was a lovely guy but seriously scruffy, with long hair, a bushy beard, wore a hat constantly and a long coat and drank DRANK DRANK.
One night after a particularly big session he wandered out of the pub (The Evil, in Surry Hills if anyone's from Sydney) and staggered up to buy a kebab.
Halfway there he stopped at a bus story and promptly passed out.
His next recollection is being manhandled into a Mission Beat van by some caring volunteers who were convinced he was a homeless guy in need.
"Narrrr. narrrr. em fine!" he mumbles to no effect.
"Lookit! em fiiine!"
And for the next few minutes he continues to struggle against their well-meaning grip.
By the time it stopped he was actually in the van and about to be driven to a shelter before he managed to convince them to let him go.
Apparently it was the wad of cash and a cabcharge that finally did it.
( difficultchild, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 3:18, Reply)