I offered a tramp a sausage roll yesterday. A good quality bakery sausage roll, not one out of a pack. And yet, the tramp politely turned it down and said he didn't like sausage rolls; I think if we've reached a day when tramps can turn down any sort of food that life has become too easy for some in Britain.
I used to see a man in Istanbul with no legs, who used to pull himself to the same spot in the city every day, in a fucking trolley. And he wore a suit. He'd have loved that sausage roll.
I used to see a man in Istanbul with no legs, who used to pull himself to the same spot in the city every day, in a fucking trolley. And he wore a suit. He'd have loved that sausage roll.
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