I have just trundled off for a wander around the fair city centre of Liverpool (no quips please) & spied myself THE allyest of the streets finest dwellers. An old geezer, age indeterminate but somewhere between 60 & 600 wearing a pukka boxhead Zeltbahn circa 1939-45. Now, being a tad geekish when it comes to boxhead WW2 kit i do know my Zetlbahns from my Tesco's groundsheets so am sure it was gen. Looked pretty knackered & well worn....the Zeltbahn as well as the trampy fecker wearing it. This old codger was bent double with rickets or something so could be an Panzer Lehr mortars...just needed to put his hands over his ears & he had the loader stance down to a tee (not an ex mortar wallah so can't remember what the bloke is called who drops the round down the tube). Was attempting to play some awful shit on a recorder & was getting change thrust into his mit. So, how ally can a tramp be? Maybe he's been over here since the end of WW2 as an ex POW.....destined to wander our city street forever playing the Panzer Lied & Horst Wessel? He still stunk of stale piss too.