I was in central London today when a tramp asked me if I was "looking for any business". For our American friends, a tramp in the UK is what you'd call a bum or hobo. This was no loose woman. It wasn't a woman at all. This was a full on homeless man with a nasty beard, filthy clothes, a whiff of urine mixed with cheap booze and looked like he wanks in bushes...the full shabam. First off, I'm not gay, so a man is out of the question in my world and if I was, there's no way I'd pay this filthy tramp. WTF was going on in his mind and more alarmingly for me, what signals was i giving off to make him think me a potential client?! Sorry, I feel defiled. I just needed to get that off my chest.