I was skulking around in Central London,
waiting outside the building where Wookiee works posts on b3ta when a trampette walked up to me and demanded money. I refused, politely but firmly, to hand over any cash. She mumbled something abusive and wandered off.
Five minutes later I had moved along the pavement, so she appeared again, seemingly having forgotten she'd already spoken to me.
"Still no," I told her. She was being aggressive so I told her to bugger off and received various terrible threats in response.
When Wookiee finally appeared, we walked across the road to the tube station and there she was again.
Wookiee was treated to the sight of a smelly, aggressive tramp approaching me, suddenly clearly recognising me and saying, "Oh. It's you," before swearing and walking away.
His raised eyebrow said it all.
( thealternativefact, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 18:33, Reply)