Reply to: Kneeling Romanians, chuggers, big issue sellers, Hari Christners, junkies

[singhr]

Managed to make it to the pub and back and only get hassled twice today. The hairy cesarian section Romanian lost her patch to a native beggar today.

you never said her wound was covered?

[minestrone]

Managed to make it to the pub and back and only get hassled twice today. The hairy cesarian section Romanian lost her patch to a native beggar today.

[singhr]

Chuggers in the UK are the ones that really piss me off. It must be a hrad job as being told to sod off all day must be hard but walking through Leeds is a nightmare when these lot hit the streets

Same in London, sometimes it can take 20 mins to get across London Bridge cos of chuggers, bucket shakers, the fat one at the end that's always crying, the jock who wears no shoes and yells have a nice day, the guy with one leg who insists on sitting down with the fake one out at right angles, the juggler one, the free paper distributors, the tv film crews, the 'arty' film makers. Don't these people know there are IT systems to be maintained!

[BA to the Stars]

Exactly wot I thought.

They could be Romulans with wooly hats on to cover the pointy ears.

We don't mention that branch of the family

[BoredBloke]

Here in Geneva the beggers go up and down the trams with their hands out abd generally get ignored. There were a couple of 'women' who used to beg from the cars at a road junction. When the lights went red they would walk down the middle of the road begging from the drivers - they didn't even bother to pretend to clean their windows.

Chuggers in the UK are the ones that really piss me off. It must be a hrad job as being told to sod off all day must be hard but walking through Leeds is a nightmare when these lot hit the streets

[Gonzo]

I've seen worse. Some big red-haired bloke in a skirt murdering the bejesus out of a squawking cat

My thoughts on them exactly. Although I do have to concede that since I am English they are probably intended to have that effect on me.

[Sysman]

Outside the South East I just say "Sorry mate, I grew up in London" and normally get a response like "Fair enough" and they move on to the next sucker.

Outside the SE, anyone who calls me "Guv" or "Guvnor" gets ignored.

[EternalOptimist]

Did he have a particular dislike for cheese eating surrrrrrrrrenderrrrr monkeys?

took me a minute that one.

[EternalOptimist]

Edinburgh & Glasgow. Hairy belly was Edinburgh and Madam Babushka was Glasgow.

God knows what all the tourists think walking down Princes Street and seeing them all there.

I've seen worse. Some big red-haired bloke in a skirt murdering the bejesus out of a squawking cat

[minestrone]

Let me guess - London?

Edinburgh & Glasgow. Hairy belly was Edinburgh and Madam Babushka was Glasgow.

God knows what all the tourists think walking down Princes Street and seeing them all there.

[stingman123]

Let me guess - London?

[minestrone]

How do you know they are Romanian?

Well know. Articles in the paper about them kneeling all round town. They stopped that for a while after tons of complaints

They are outside nearly every supermarket selling the big issue. Even ones miles and miles away from where they are put up. The ones on the street are the overspill.

You never see the husbands as well.

They had some old granny sitting playing the guitar on the street for years. When I say playing I mean randomly strumming an untuned guitar and waling whaa whaa whaaa. Anyway as time went on the strings just gave up, she was down to 2 strings last time we seen her, she was commonly known as Madam Babushka.

I passed one a few months ago sitting on the street, her belly was hanging out and I could see her hairy cesarian scar. Nearly threw up.

[DodgyAgent]

How do you know they are Romanian?

[AlfredJPruffock]

I was approached in a supermarket carpark a year or so ago by a guy with a similar line; he said he was a builder, having worked late his mates had gone home in the van. He only had £7 but needed £12 for the train fare home, so could I give him a fiver, and my address and he'd post it back to me.

When I suggested he accompany me to the train station across the road, where I would buy his ticket if he gave me the £7, he suddenly had somewhere else he needed to be.

Back in 1978 a certain Mr Pruffock found himself embarking upon his first trip outside his native Scotland and found himself in the Port of Amsterdam - he sepnt an enjoyable week there - alas his money was all too soon spent - not to worry as he had an open return ticket for the ferry - he then went to the booking office to arrange matters for that days ferry - only to his dismay - was informed by the pretty Dutch girl assistant that at peak season you have to give at least three days advance notice.

Which was bothersome as he didnt have enough money to cover his next three days in the Dam . Those days we didnt have ATM machines - my Post office savings book was back in Scotland.

At a loss for what to do next he visited the Flying Dutchman coffeshop - after desrcribing his dillema to a chap from London - I was amazed when he generously offered sufficent funds to get by for the next three days - he worked for the London Underground and was on vacation - when I returned to the UK I immediately retuned the funds by cheque that he had so kindly donated.

So - always be kind to strangers because the could be Angels in disguise.

[singhr]

The other week I spoke to a beggar sitting near a Gregs and asked if he wanted something to eat. He asked for a pasty but asked me to nip round corner to West Cornish Pasty Co as they were better from there, cheeky b*gger!