Hi ruge,
I got to know a tramp (well a wino) quite well,I met him when I was going home,near Waterloo In London,two lads were beating him, I grabbed my hammer from my toolbox and saw them off, anyway I took the old boy for a cuppa, he was very educated, we talked for ages,it turned out he had been a stockbroker,but lost his family,which turned him to drink,then he lost everything else including self respect, I saw him a few times after and he allways raised his dirty old hat to me, I often wonder what happened to him. There but for the grace of god ruge, it really is, Ray