Up until 1974 I lived in a fairly well off area near to London. The house had a ‘boiler house’ outside that my mother used to let a tramp sleep in. She also gave him clothes I think. I can’t remember ever seeing the guy, we were told to stay away from the boiler house when he was there. Nor did I ever find any secret codes scratched on the gatepost.Posted 2 months agowwaswasSubscriber
Maybe the OP would have preferred this (thread):Posted 2 months agofossyMember
That’s where the N+1 was hiding – I may have had an extra MTB in my garage for 18 months before the wife found it. I blame my niece who was collecting kids toys for her daughter and said ‘oh there are lots of bikes in here’. There was 9, but it was one more than my wife was ‘expecting’. Busted. She’s since had an N+1 – a rather nice BMC FS XC bike.Posted 2 months agojonjones262Member
Years ago on the way to work at Highgate station, a proper big beardy tramp came wandering down the platform. I was trying to ignore him and hope he didn’t open his jacket to reveal it’d full of bees!
He got level with me and started talking, seemed harmless enough. In fact he was ace, talking about John Cleese in Clockwise and laughing to himself. It was great, taught me a lesson about the homeless in a way. Always got time to talk to folk who aren’t as lucky as us and don’t just cross the road like they’re going to attack youPosted 2 months ago
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