I could have scribbled this post of drunken ramblings about how much a stone weighs in Britain (14 lbs.), or what the temperature of horse blood is (98-101°F) and how it pertains to the creation of degrees Fahrenheit, but I won’t.
Instead, I’m going to have a Drunken Recollection about bums. And I’m not talking about bums in a mean, anti-homeless way. This is merely an examination of the variety of terms used in regard to bums.
We were at the bar discussing the wide array of names used in books, television, and cinema, and how there was no real differentiation between types.
Agree? Disagree? Disapprove? Let me know in the comments. My excuse will be simply: “I was drunk.” Which could be a phrase muttered by many of those below…