So today I decided to take a stroll through Shinjuku Gyoen, a park in the centre of Tokyo. Harldy a soul was to be seen! a serene and contemplative scene in the heart of the worlds busiest metropolis. Why was it so quiet? I suspect there’s some obligatory giblet munching activity in central Tokyo of which I am blissfully unaware between 2pm and 4pm.
As I left the park, I saw a tramp squatting on the path with his pants down – this wasn’t a quiet path, it was a fairly busy thoroughfare. The tramp who was literaly in the path, not the bushes, was diligently wiping his bum, I contempletated asking him for a photo, but then I regret to say, some kind of inner moral overide prevented me from exploiting this excellent photo opportunity.
Like the socks
what exactly was the tramp using to wipe his bum?, i bet it wasnt Andrex
“contempletated asking him for a photo, but then I regret to say, some kind of inner moral overide prevented me from exploiting this excellent photo opportunity.”
That happens to me a lot, i do not make the shot, because i feel that way…..