Hobo, part 2

So, in case you have been dying to hear about my hobo experience, here it is.
First off, Leicester Square, where we were staying, is apparently one of the seedier parts of London. This was evidenced by the abundance of drunk people we encountered. Our very first experience was actually with sober people, who invited us to come get drunk with them. When we declined, they told us we would be very cold that night. OK, thanks for the heads up.
Next, I went for a walk with my friend Camilla. As we were walking back to our group, an old man stopped us and asked us to please dumb down our conversation. It was far too late for the kind of intelligent things we were saying.
Several of the drunks seemed to think we were in need of charity. One gave us a piece of pizza with a bite taken out of it, which we were to share among all 17 of us. Another gave us £5. Another gave us a sandwich.
Everybody was very curious about what we were doing in front of the steps. Tom, our teacher, stayed up all night long to field their questions, and also make sure we were safe. This was partly because we had a half-threat of robbery. While Tom had stepped away for a minute at the start of the night, a man came by and informed us that we would have nothing left when we woke up.
My favorite drunk was the girl who shouted profanities at a group of men across the street, broke off to ask Tom what we were doing, returned to shouting profanities, and when the group of men came across the street, became their best friend. They went off arm in arm singing about how they were friends to the end. Meanwhile, and old man was listening to her and talking about her foul mouth. "She has the foulest mouth I've ever heard. She said the f-word 13 times. She should say *$@! instead! She should say *$@! instead!" However, when she and her former enemies went off, he got a taxi and left as well.
The drunkenness went on all night long, although Tom says that at about 4:00 it changed from mostly drunken people to mostly early workers. There were, indeed, very early workers. At 2:30 in the morning some constructions workers decided they needed to work on a project across the street from us. Also, at 5:45, some other workers decided they needed to tear up the sidewalk right next to us. In case you hadn't gathered this yet, we didn't get a whole lot of sleep, but we did have a wealth of strange experiences.
Do I feel the need to become a full-time hobo? No. Am I glad I was a one-night hobo? Definitely.