The bloke who was about 200 yards in front of me earlier, as I wandered into town...
I instantly spotted him and was suspicious. Slightly hunched, tanned, bearded with a big rucksack on his back. Cheap trackie bottoms and a dodgy hoodie. Kept stopping, adjusting his rucksack and looking around. Lit a cigarette. Crossed the road. By the time we approached the main High Street, my suspicions were growing. Furtive, adjusting his rucksack again, avoiding eye contact. He ducked down a small gap between shops and lit another cigarette.
Soooooo....convinced he's up to no good, I tactically follow him for 20 minutes before he sods off towards Reigate. I retire to the pub for a swift 4 Guinness before doing a little bit of shopping. Shopping done, I start the journey home. On the way, I spy same chap sitting outside a boarded-up shop with hand-written signs "I am very hungry", "Please feed me" and other such shite.
"Any change sir?" he enquires. "No, do you have a spare cigarette? I reply. "I have none" says he. "What about the ones on your inside pocket?" I retort, "I saw you twice earlier. You can afford cigarettes, but seemingly not food?" Cue rapid picking up of signs, into the rucksack and off he fucked.
