Now, there was that telly programme advertised recently, where the residents got to redesign the whole town.
Arseholeford, or something.
Anyhew, if Norwich City Council ever grant my request for a centrally heated dome and disco traffic lights see previous blogs), I have a new item for enhancing this fine city of ours.
There seems to be a proliferation of Homeless types at the moment, often badgering you for cash. However, some of them are taking the piss, for I was asked by one Brother Of The Gutter if I could spare him some change for a cup of coffee. I wouldn't mind, but the cheeky fucker wanted a coffee from the expensive coffe shop set up by that bloke out of the original Battlestar Gallactica!
Anyhoo, sometimes these tramps are literally tramps - saucy little minx's with a cute smear of dirt on the face, not unlike the Lady Door. Now, rather than have these homeless hotties hassling holidaymakers for cash down Prisoner of War road, they could be given jobs in then pole dancing places!
Of course, I'm not talking about those aged old crones who inhabit CFG and shout at feet, but there a couple of fair maidens about, selling Big Issue when they could be dancing in wild abandon for hard cash.
As for the other tramps.. well, they can be hired by that TRAMPle fetish place. Although, I'd reverse the rules, and you'd be allowed to stomp all over the evil smelling Knights Of The Road.
Pay 'em in Devils Advocaat, and everyone's happy!
