Dateline, King's Crossi forgot to mention that this guy buttonholed me for money for a train ticket when i was at the station waiting for my edinburgh
party-machen train and went like
ahh dude i need to get back to cambridge can you help me out my cards have been stolen and i was like meuh no and then i saw him again and asked if he had had any luck he was like
no, couldn't you go to the cash machine, please? [and he seemed pretty dishevelled and Cantabrian] so i went and the ATM told me my PIN was wrong and i was like dv dv dv sorry man it doesn't like me
and then he wanted me to go to one outside the station and i was like ahh but my train and then suddenly the god of stupid swept down and bashed me on the brain with his stupid stick and i told him that i only had some euros i could give him and he said
yeah yeah that would be fine i can change them otherwise i'll be stuck hereso i handed over a crisp 50 euros, and he told me his name was benedict and promised to pay me back in cambridge, and i went to edinburgh for hogmagay with no cash, no access to funds, no nothing. {i had a bottle of wine, litre of vodka and some whisky in my suitcase, though}
and he hurried off, NbyNW in the direction of the ticket office.
['was't well done?' I know
Ariel is a girl because I want her]
Fast forward to today..and i'm chillaxing it to the max with my bags in paddington and there he is, sweating and coming down and probably panhandling and i know that the longer i make this story the more of a big fucking jew i seem but what the fuck, what a dirty great pile of dick and i hope he gets cancer of the ballsack (or a place at rehab and a helping hand back into society, yar.)