On the tube this morning, as I commuted blithely to work in my weird temporary office space, I witnessed an amusing happening.  Your usual tube beggar was announcing his plight, about do his rounds, when an elderly gent in a pretty fly sports club jacket and some sky blue joggers piped up.

“I will BUY you some hot food, if you get off with me at the next stop, and I’ll watch you eat it. “

Charity, or potentially just a weird fetish?

Either way it warmed my cockles a little.  I hope that beggar got bought some tasty food and a nice coffee.  As I put the little change I had back in my pocket I thought to myself: “gruff sounding tracksuit man, I salute you”.  Especially because as him and the beggar were getting off the tube his final, audible encouragement was “C’mon sunshine”.