On a night out one bitterly cold xmas in Manchester i sat down with a homeless person for a chat, i'd bought him something to drink & eat & given him a bit of spare cash, In a wave of drunken empathy i asked him if he wanted to come back to my mine & my partners house for a night in the warm & a hot bath, unsurprisingly he declined ( I suppose for all he knew i could of been a serial killer looking for my next victim!) He thanked me for the offer but explained that if he went back on the streets the next day looking clean & fresh he was unlikely to get given any money from passers by as they'd think he was just a chancer rather than genuinely homeless.