Trevor Morley's Tache
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Last time I met a proper scruffy geezer on a train it was on the train to Blackpool. It was a little Scottish guy from Glasgow who'd been on the go since the early hours, and had finally reached his destination. Poor fella was absolutely wankered, and didn't know his arse from his elbow. I was with my missus, and we helped him get off the train and pointed him in the right direction.
He absolutely insisted we took the contents of his carrier bag for helping him, because he'd 'had his fill anyway'. Turned out to be 6 cans of beer - sadly McEwans Export, but it was the thought that counts.
He absolutely insisted we took the contents of his carrier bag for helping him, because he'd 'had his fill anyway'. Turned out to be 6 cans of beer - sadly McEwans Export, but it was the thought that counts.