Well, more like grin from ear to ear than smile, really:
- In the main shopping street in Liverpool: one of the local tramps dressed in an immaculate full evening suit, contentedly walking along, smoking a two-foot-long cigar.
- At the side of the road near my house: an elderly couple walking their elderly dog. Hanging delicately from the dog's mouth, a small, knotted plastic bag with some poo in it. I assume it was the dog's own poo, but it was hard to tell.
Today, I sat outside a cafe in Boscombe, when a dog came along & laid a cable in front of me. a few seconds later, another dog came along & ate it!Dogs...lovely animals. Funnily enough, I've never seen cats do that!
You're not kidding about Liverpool being an up-and-coming place! If even the tramps dress for dinnerand smoke Havanasthen the streets must be paved with gold!
The tramp was a truly uplifting sight. I saw several other people looking back at him and laughing in delight. Wish I'd had the guts to run after him and ask for a photo (like I did in Sydney in 2000 with this chap).
Was he wearing a Beatles suit?
Bold Street about 20 years ago, a gentleman of the street singing a solo from Faure's requiem, a voice as good as I ever heard in Philharmonic Hall.