Britain's Rise In Homelessness Should Shame Us All

Every night it’s the same. I walk towards the station and see them, either lying by the side or trudging around. On the District Line sometimes they’ll be there, plastic cups in hand, ashamed faces. When I come out of the station, by the entrance of the station they stand, pleading expressions. After that I walk for 10 minutes and I don’t see them again. But as I pass a bus stop another person is there, asking, always. She’s been there for maybe over a year and I’m