The other Oxford
As you head out of the business school past our 'local', Antiquity Hall there's a lad begging. Well, not really begging. I've not seen him ask for money, he just says hello, wishes you a good day, that kind of thing as he sits in his sleeping bag trying not to freeze. Today his persistence paid off, like everyone who walks around the city I get hassled by Oxford's homeless pretty much everyday, so for him not hassling people is such a worthwhile tactic that I figured it deserved a payoff. I also stopped for a chat.The good news is this lad is on his way to being off the streets. Reading between the lines I think he's got a habit to forget about first, but he seems to be on the right track. The less good news was that the two kids who've been begging round Oxford are exactly what I thought they were, professional beggers. Their pitch is always the same "Scuuuuuse me, I'm not a begger or anything, I just need some help with... " Sometimes its cabfare home, sometimes its money for the youth hostel. Doesn't matter, I'm told they're not homeless, they commute from London. Apparently they think they're friends to the rest of the homeless. The homeless don't agree.
Oxford, thanks to its large number of tourists, moneyed student population and near to London location has a terrible homeless problem. Or at any rate it has a homeless problem on behalf of everywhere within about fifty miles. As I've said before, how did a nation as rich as ours end up in this mess?
I don't know.