The Cops Turned Up Today and Not For Me
Remember there was this, "Tom", a dishevelled bloke, who stumbled into me camp a few weeks ago, like some post Halloween zombie? He said he's lost his skipper, his place to sleep at night, in Bristol and been beaten up. He seemed genuine enough. I fed him for a couple of days. Felt sorry for him really, and a bit of company made a change for me. Trouble was he became a bit of pain and had an odd air about him. Asked a lot of weird questions. I didn't feel quiet safe with
