In uncertain times, we must cling to what certainties we can. Like the fact that, this week, yet again, a few people are raising awareness - of themselves - by sleeping out and not improving the plight of the city's homeless.
And the council is having another crack at beggars.
Do we even have beggars, really? Isn't a beggar someone who asks for money? As far as I can discern, the shiftless mendicants of this metropolis are incapable of even that much effort. They clog our footpaths in the apparent belief that the lotus position and an upturned hat are a money making machine. Is a cheery "Gizza buck" too much to expect before I hand over the expected shekels?
One of the few useful pieces of wisdom ever imparted to me is that if you want something from someone you should offer them something in exchange.
Real beggars know this. I practically forced money on the ingenious ne'er-do-well who sidled up to me in a foreign land and slurred, "Do you need any simple directions?"