There's this HUGE homeless black bloke with matted old dreads and ripped clothes who hangs around on Leith Walk, he's a scary looking dude. When I first saw him I thought I'd just spotted a monster and had to look twice. He sits outside the 24hr Co-op about 3/4s way down the walk, used to see him all the time when walking home pished. Took pity on him one drunken night and went down to my flat on Junction Street, raided the cupboards and fridge and turned a whole loaf of bread into cheese and ham sandwhiches and went up and gave them to him. He didn't say a word, just snatched them out my hand. The next morning my flatmate was going daft because I'd used all his bread, cheese and ham and when he came in from work at 4am looking for food there was nothing left. I thought when I explained i'd given the food to a homeless person he'd be uinderstanding, he was fucking raging. :D