The homeless beggars

I rarely give money to beggars, although there is an old dude that plays a little electronic piano mat thing on Oliver Plunkett Street in Cork, whenever I see him I generally give him a euro or two, he used to sell flowers and luminous braceletts and that sort of crap a few years ago. He seems a genuine sort who is never drinking etc. He also has a dog with him, I'm a sucker for the folks with dogs to be honest, he seems to look after the dog though. One time a couple of years back I was heading into McDonalds in Daunt Square, 'twas unreal cold and there was a dude begging outside Easons near the ATM, I had to take a few quid out but he never asked me for cash, as I strolled past him I asked him how was the form, he said something like not bad at all or something. I was out of work myself at the time but was after a fairly lucrative 15 months (I was self employed). After I had my McD delights I got him a tea and gave him a fiver, as I said 'twas unreal cold that night, wasn't too bothered what he did with the fiver.

Another time I was out with my Dad and my sister, strolling around little side streets heading for grub somewhere, I was on the phone so a few yards behind them, there was a chap begging who asked them for a few coins or whatever, they refused politely and walked on, the chap started shouting abuse after them, he was mid 30s, looked quite healthy and fit and wasn't a small bloke either, he continued with the abuse and as I approached he nodded to them and said my ole lad was a dictator (I reckon he thought the sister would have given him a few euro only for my Dad being there or something). Anyway my Dad is 60 odd and I'm quite fond of him so I told the smelly begging pr1ck that he was my ole lad and would he like his face rearranged, I was well p1ssed off to be honest. Mr beggar pr1ck promptly shut up so I left him alone, I could quite happily have danced on his head, cowardly bullying bastad.