Effectively Mugged by a Female Tramp
This is classic Rhys.
Ah, London. The big city. The Thames winding her way through the centuried streets. I found myself lost in the rabbit warren of lanes that is Soho but it was okay, the sun was shining, and I had the new Shins album on my MP3 player. I got out my phone and checked Google Maps for my destination, thinking what a wonderful spring day, and reflecting on my little walk around Chinatown that I’d just enjoyed (this was yesterday). I became aware of someone looking at me. It was a female tramp, and she was talking to me. I took out my earphones.
‘Sorry?’ I said.
‘Have you got any change?’
She was mid-forties with a soft voice, an Irish accent and thick frizzy black hair. She was dressed all in black. Almost like a witch, you could say. Earlier, outside a little Tesco, I had given a tramp some…
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