Kerrrching!

[mudskipper]

Found a crisp twenty just sitting in the gutter. No-one around to claim it. Kerching!

[SimonMac]

Found a crisp twenty just sitting in the gutter. No-one around to claim it. Kerching!

Drinks on you?

[ctdctd]

Found a crisp twenty just sitting in the gutter. No-one around to claim it. Kerching!

Why were you just sitting in the gutter?

Did someone give you the twenty out of pity?

[DaveB]

Why were you just sitting in the gutter?

Did someone give you the twenty out of pity?

It's her Plan B.

[ctdctd]

It's her Plan B.

Some of us here have it as a plan A

[SimonMac]

Why were you just sitting in the gutter?

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

[fullyautomatix]

BJ costs have sky rocketed in recent times

[MarillionFan]

Found a crisp twenty just sitting in the gutter. No-one around to claim it. Kerching!

Didn't offer to share it did you?

For the record I was with mudflapper when it happened. She spotted it while crossing the road, stopped on the spot while I carried on walking. I looked back to see her with her foot on something, she was hovering looking nervously but with a manic smile on her face. She then whipped something up from the floor before holding it up, waving it and shouting 'Unlucky MF' and then giving the finger to some weeping old lady who was searching through her handbag.

And that's how I remember it.

[DaveB]

Some of us here have it as a plan A

Read a story in the Metro about a blind guy who makes a living busking in London. He whistles. When asked how much he earns he refused to say but then said he only works 4 days a week, has a house up north and commutes to London on the train.

Edit: Found a story about him on the BBC

So, how much does he earn now? Campbell avoids a direct answer. "All you need to know is that I live in Wolverhampton, travel down to London four days a week, employ a helper and I make a good living."

[mudskipper]

Didn't offer to share it did you?

For the record I was with mudflapper when it happened. She spotted it while crossing the road, stopped on the spot while I carried on walking. I looked back to see her with her foot on something, she was hovering looking nervously but with a manic smile on her face. She then whipped something up from the floor before holding it up, waving it and shouting 'Unlucky MF' and then giving the finger to some weeping old lady who was searching through her handbag.

And that's how I remember it.

And some of that story is true. She wasn't weeping, it was more a gentle sob.