Been pissing myself reading these posts. Cider Ronnie

We had a local tramp called Billy Meths years ago who lived in a multi storey car park above a nightclub called Banwells. Rumour has it he use to go down to the club on a weekend and complain about the noise.

We have another now who stands in South Shields and overlooks the Tyne and waves to the ships and directs the traffic all day long (inbetween his swigs of thunderbird).

Me and me mate were once on a bus about 10 years ago and seen a tramp half in this giant wheely bin, obviously after his supper. I'm sure it was Xmas Eve and we were on our way to the town, and we told the driver to stop the bus. Me and me mate legged it to the wheely bin then we got his legs and threw him in. We took him for a bit of a ride then turned the wheelie bin upside down then ran away into the cold night. It sounds awful now but it was a laugh at the time. The poor tramp never said a word either the whole time.