I am one of those sort of people whom everybody pours their heart out to. On buses, in bus-queues, in shops... always there is someone who comes up to me and tells me their life-history of gloom.
I went to bingo the other night, and this old lady was bemoaning how her husband was a cripple, and how she never wins anyway "unlike that old bag who's having it off with the manager" and how the bailifs repos) called round last night to take away their telly, her husband's only comfort and how their bed was given to them by "Sally's Army".
I went to the pictures, and this old man sat next to me and told me how his children waste money on records and trashy clothes and home computers, and how they ignored him and swore at him after he had brought them up single-handed after the death of their mother in a car-accident a few years back, how he remained so poor, and how his ungrateful kids had sold their mother's jewelery to buy drugs...
So it goes on, I am thinking of wearing a badge with the words "THE SAMARITAN" on it. I am becoming depressed myself. I am also becoming very poor, because I find myself giving every hard-lucker a tenner to spend.
I have become so depressed at the way people eat their hearts out to me, that it has made me begin to stop people in the street, and tell them what a sucker I have been all of my life...