I don't usually give to beggars but this guy was different.
With a begging Costa coffee cup strategically held, he went through his begging patter to the rest of the carriage as the underground train bounced and lurched along a tunnel somewhere under Tooting. He was genuinely funny - he made me smile. He made us all smile. The guy to my right reached into his pocket and gave him a £10 note! Feeling somewhat inadequate to the precedent I reach into my pocket, I feel through the change for a £1 and drop it discreetly into his Costa Coffee Cup.
The moment of comedy changes. He looks disgusted. I feel tightfisted. He looks into the cup and back at me. I shift uncomfortably under the glare of fellow travellers. He adjusts his sellotaped glasses, scratches his head through an old football beanie, looks at me again and speaks.
"Cheers mate - that's in my bloody coffee"
He jumps off the train at the next stop. Turns round and winks at me and we all laugh before disappearing into the reading of our choice.
I love London!