Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Tramps. With overcoats tied up with string. Who weren't pervs, just wandering souls, and sometimes very friendly and interesting to talk to.
"Mum, the tramp's back!" was a summer holiday refrain when he returned for his annual wander through our neighbourhood, and we'd bring him tea and biscuits and he'd chat for 20 mins, and NOT try to touch us up or anything, just tell us about far off exotic places like Scotland and Bristol that he'd also wandered through.
"Mum, the tramp's back!" was a summer holiday refrain when he returned for his annual wander through our neighbourhood, and we'd bring him tea and biscuits and he'd chat for 20 mins, and NOT try to touch us up or anything, just tell us about far off exotic places like Scotland and Bristol that he'd also wandered through.