I jump on the Central Line on my way home and there’s three kids sitting in the carriage staring at someone who looks like a homeless man. He must be my age, long dark hair with dreadlocks, a full beard and he’s carrying three rucksacks.
For a second I try to imagine he’s clean shaven and wearing a suit to work.
With his dirty hands he pulls out of a rucksack a bottle of something that looks like vodka, takes a zip and hands it to the eldest kid. Thanks daddy, the kid replied.