There was a tramp came in to my work the other day. i let him in through the locked door as its difficult to see whos there and most people when presented with a locked door have a mental embolism anyway. So this tramp comes in and i thought “oh shit” you know like you do and i listened to his little speech about how hes not a tramp he just needs some money to get to hospital. He then showed me this large gash on his arm which was yellow, softly scabbed and oozing, i agreed that it was in need of treatment and he said “theres more all over my body and started to lift his shirt up. I said “i beliive you pal”- id seen enough quite frankly. He then asked me what time it was- i said three o’ clock. His reply was “in the daytime?” it was light outside, and the shops were open and yet he repeated in his irish tramp voice “tree o clock in de daytime?”. i made him a coffee on the basis that he fucked off, but before he went his did an intense shiver that can only be described as blood-curdling.
i also eat a 20oz rump steak the other night; and the alarming part wasn’t the size of the steak (it was about the size of A4 paper) but how easily it went down- i finished with no ill effects.
this is a picture of B&Q in leyton.
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