This poor guy spent a year protesting outside the town hall, keeping all his possessions to hand after becoming homeless. He eventually got rehoused.
At least five pens in his pocket pacing up and down the street. Why does he need them? I like the idea that he’s a tipster or compulsive gambler… but he may just like biros.
Every day she walks the street investigating the bins for treasure.Every year she looks slightly more dishevelled.
Not content with his house, William Little RIP, burrowed beneath to create a myriad of tunnels and chambers- much to the chagrin of the local council.
My Homage to those imprisoned in Guantanamo Bay