Poor Man About Town

I was using the bus yesterday. Some man in his late fifties boarded the bus, he came and sat down in the seat opposite. He was wearing a cardigan cum winter coat - it looked like it was made out of bath rug. I did not pay him much mind until from out of nowhere he produced a tin of strong lager from which he was gulping down. He concealed the tin, opened, into a pocket in his bath rug jacket. These guys are ingenious in smuggling opened beer tins onto the bus.

Labels: alcohol, alcoholism, beer can man, buses, public transport

Speaking of Can People (see previous post), we have Lily Allen clutching a tin of cider at Glastonbury

Labels: alcoholism, beer can man, boozing, can people, cider

There are so many drinking schools around where I live, that the area has become Drinking Academy. You see people clutching tins of beer and strong cider. People in supermarkets buying a bottles of spirits. Then you have the wrecks who collapse anywhere in the street. As I was leaving for work in the morning, I saw what I thought to be a pile of clothes on the corner, as I got closer it was a man in a state of alcoholic catatonia clutching a beer can with another propped by his head to consume for breakfast. I guess that it is the norm around here, no doubt property developers and estate agents will disapprove and have the police move them on to somewhere else and make the place prohibitively expensive in which to live. I don't mind drunks, they keep out the rich.

Stop rising home prices, evict the rich!

Labels: alcoholism, drunks, Estate Agents, Property Development

When I go to work in the morning Beer Can Man is alive and kicking - 8:20 there are these guys sucking on beer cans and quite pissed with it. The party is over when the money runs out. I Googled "Beer Can Man" and shit there are numerous references to him even on You Tube, here is one sample - I love expression "Rip and Sip"

Labels: alcoholism, beer, boozing, can people, public, street drinking

You may not want a second helping of Beer Can Man, but this is my blog and I shall do what I like with it. I really have to give vent to the things which vex me - I find this process palliatively therapeutic.

Beer Can Man, if you are not familiar, is a part of an urban tribe that makes public displays of it boozing. Beer Can Men usually hang around in groups in parkland and on street corners. Although such groups may appear intimidating, I have never really been harrassed by them. I cannot afford to live in Switzerland nor Bromley where such public displays of human dysfunction are not tolerated. Beer Can Men, however, do make the place look untidy - they are like misplaced litter - I am caused to wonder why they cannot drink at home, where they can listen to sounds or watch the telly. Trust me, many of these people have homes to which they can go.

Live and let live is my motto - they are part of the rich canvas that is the city. OK cool.

Most beer can men will take care of their personal hygiene, but there are some who stink out the place. I was in the newsagents the other day and there were two of them, both of them had the unmistakable of Pissoir pour l'homme. They looked dirty and crusty, they were pissed.

I was in the supermarket today, a Beer Can Man, aged around 40, approached a friend whom he had not seen in ages. Although this Beer Can Man was around two and a half metres away, there was a strong smell of Pissoir pour l'homme. Now the thing that perplexed me the most was that he was with a woman ten years his junior, she looked quite clean. I wondered why she was hanging with this smelly individual, then it occurred to me; it's not so much that love but alcohol conquers all - this couple was rejuvenating its supplies.

Labels: alcoholism, Bromley, drunks, dysfunction, piss, pissed, stink, Switzerland