I am just reading a book called 'Little Victim', it is written by the man who wrote 'Baby X'.
The book brings back memories of my months on the streets of London, Good Lord, I was so very lucky on the streets there, especially when I slept rough in Hackney.
I remember that Sunday morning when I was sitting at Waterloo and some man seemed to think I might either be a prostitute or interested and propositioned me and I turned the air blue with my response, what a dangerous place London can be, I am glad I made friends with the homeless gang that I made friends with, my friend B. was so trustworthy and protective, and one day I will turn up there at the food run and he will tell me off no end for going off and not telling him I was going :) I do feel guilty for that.