I remember once being sat in Piccadilly Gardens, home to homeless and Public House to the deprived, sipping on a tangy Luke warm espresso. The sun was shining meaning the vagabonds were out in force. Minding my own business, one guy, looking like he hasn’t slept in days, with a crusty beard approached me, he could obviously tell I had the curious/agitated look on my face therefore he started his sentence with, obviously to “reassure” me, ‘Don’t worry I’m gay as well’... ‘I was just wondering if you have 11p as I am going travelling.’
Number 1) I am not bloody gay, I was just having a particularly bad hair day. That day.
Number 2) If I can’t save for travelling myself, I’m not going to help you!!
Number 3) Let’s face it, you’re not really going travelling are you!!!!!!!!!!!!
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