Take this poor might for instance. Forced to wander the streets of London in nothing more than a scarf for a hat and an old red rag to keep her bones warm - her entire world possessions containing in a knackered old cardboard box.
"She calls out to the man on the street:
"Sir Can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back,
He pretends he can't hear her,
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street,
Seems embarrassed to be there"
It may be that the gentleman in question had seen the BBC coverage of Live 8.
Either way, think on.




COMMENTS (20)
I don't get it ? what's the story here ? Fearne Cotton carries box ?? if so you have reached a new low Mr HM.
Feel free to move on then x
jog on's a better insult
All I ask is a little effort.....I endure endless adverts and never complain about them but this is a shockingly bad story, I don't see the point in posting it. Sorry for offering feedback, obviously you know better than your readers when it comes to what constitutes an interesting story.
thats why they pay him the big bucks
I endure your trolling on a daily basis too x
Trolling is a method of fishing where one or more fishing lines, baited with lures or bait fish, are drawn through the water.
There is a feedback form for people that aren't just trolling MJ. The difference in constructive feedback and mundane barking at the moon is subtle, but significant.
Leave it, Girls! It's not worth it!
I had this Corner submission rejected today, sums it up.
Who? - Me and all of you lot apparently.
On the phone to a friend of mine who works in the City and i asked him if he had any gossip (as he's a bit of a socialite and a well connected Queen) as Holy Moly had turned into a "What Lindsay did next" website and he just cracked up laughing and said "well aren't you a cunt for reading THAT website, no fucker goes on there anymore, you might as well get your gossip from the Sun". Indeed.