I guess I must be a sucker for a hard luck story. A lad came to the boat selling The Big Issue. He been sleeping rough for a week and he needed to make nine quid to get a hostel bed for the night.
Apparently (he said) you can't get a free bed in B'rum unless you're an alcoholic or a drug addict. He was neither.
What about getting a job? I asked. You can't get a job - or benefits - without an address. And, Catch 22, you can't get an address without money.
I gave him a fiver.
Sucker, I can hear you say. I don't think so. We saw him later - still sober and not stoned. "I've got a bed" he smiled. "Thanks for your help."
And it was a better way to spend a fiver than giving it to Mr Primark.
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