"Gorblimey, mate," exclaimed the homeward-bound worker when he spotted the young man slumped against the wall at the Lee Bank Road bus stop in Birmingham. "What have you been up to?" It was just 7:45 p.m. two days before Christmas; but despite the young man's filthy clothes and his rumpled blond hair, he was clearly not drunk. "I've had a fall," he explained in a clear voice. "I'll be all right as soon as I get on the bus." Two or three minutes later, the young man boarded No. 8 bus, a cream and...
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