Proper, old-school, late-stage alcoholic Glasgow tramps, wearing 20 layers of fossilised clothing and a beard to make hipsters weep with envy.
Do you still get them in London, I wonder?
On the theme of solvent abuse nostalgia, I used to work in a branch of Homebase as a kid. We had to keep the export-strength Evo-Stik under lock and key. Of all the poor substance-ravaged souls I’ve seen in my life, nothing compares to the ruin inflicted on a person’s appearance by heavy solvent abuse.