Thursday, 18 September 2003
The food chain.
I want to make up some sort of taxonomy of the waifs, vagrants, banshees, grubby old men, collectors, pimps, newbies, social workers and drunks that I see from the 20 every day.
Believe me, I know how politically incorrect that would be. But if nobody really reads this anyway, what does it matter?
It must be the Indiana Jones in me.
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