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Content preview: dont fall again As we walked south across the Thames at Waterloo Bridge, the lights of the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye were blazing bright in the late November night sky and the pavement was busy with people. Most were heading in the same direction, away from the West End and the City towards the commuter trains of Waterloo station. Some were weary looking office workers, shuffling home from a late night at work, others were in a jollier mood after a night out in the West End. It was approaching 10.30pm, the end of their day. For me and Bob, on the other hand, it was the beginning of what promised to be a very, very long night. Id been persuaded by The Big Issue to take part in a new event that they were staging. I had first read about it in the magazine a few months earlier. It was called the The Big Night Out and had been planned to coincide with the 18th birthday of the magazine. With that in mind, some bright spark had decided it would be a good idea to organise an 18 mile walk through the streets of London in the middle of the night. The idea was that ordinary people could walk through the deserted city between 10pm and 7am with a group of The Big Issue vendors so that they could learn a little about the reality of living rough and sleeping on the streets. The adverts in the magazine called it a fantastic opportunity to join other likeminded people who have a sense of adventure and a desire to help empower homeless and vulnerable people across the UK. We hadnt even finished the walk to the start of the event, but I was already beginning to der whether it was an adventure too far for me and Bob, especially given the problems Id had with my leg. It was a bitterly cold night and getting colder by the minute. 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Most were heading in the same direction, away from the West End and the City towards the commuter trains of Waterloo station. Some were weary looking office workers, shuffling home from a late night at work, others were in a jollier mood after a night out in the West End. It was approaching 10.30pm, the end of their day. For me and Bob, on the other hand, it was the beginning of what promised to be a very, very long night. Id been persuaded by The Big Issue to take part in a new event that they were staging. I had first read about it in the magazine a few months earlier. It was called the The Big Night Out and had been planned to coincide with the 18th birthday of the magazine. With that in mind, some bright spark had decided it would be a good idea to organise an 18 mile walk through the streets of London in the middle of the night. The idea was that ordinary people could walk through the deserted city between 10pm and 7am with a group of The Big Issue vendors so that they could learn a little about the reality of living rough and sleeping on the streets. The adverts in the magazine called it a fantastic opportunity to join other likeminded people who have a sense of adventure and a desire to help empower homeless and vulnerable people across the UK. We hadnt even finished the walk to the start of the event, but I was already beginning to der whether it was an adventure too far for me and Bob, especially given the problems Id had with my leg. It was a bitterly cold night and getting colder by the minute.

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Jan 5, 2017, 9:38a by Wyatt Mcgrath
Never Deposit Another Dollar Into You Bank Account

the truth revealed

So far in 2017, many ATM machines across the country are showing these messages. To the right you will see a snapshot of one. To the right you will see a snapshot of one.

Prevent your funds from being frozen by following this
Id made the decision to take part for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, it was a chance to earn a few extra pounds. Every vendor that took part in the walk was eligible for 25 to 30 free copies of The Big Issue. That meant that I could earn about £60 potentially. Beyond that, however, I saw it as an opportunity to talk to people about the magazine and the lives of the people who sold it. Despite the ups and downs Id had with the company, I was still a believer in its mission. It was, without question, the salvation for many people who lived on the streets. It had certainly helped give me direction and purpose not to mention enough money to keep the wolf from the door along the way. We were meeting at the IMAX cinema at the Bullring roundabout on the south side of Waterloo Bridge. It was a fitting location. Not so long ago, the roundabout well, more specifically the labyrinth of concrete, subterranean walkways underneath it had been home to the shanty town that Londoners knew as Cardboard City. During the 1980s and early 1990s, it had become a home for more than 200 rough sleepers as the social workers called us. A lot of those who hung out there were transient junkies and alcoholics but many created homes for themselves from wooden pallets and cardboard boxes. Some even had living rooms and bedrooms with mattresses. It had been a haven, but not necessarily a safe one, for 15 years. Id stayed there briefly during its final days, at the end of 1997 and early 1998, when everyone was evicted to make way for the IMAX cinema. My memories of the place were sketchy, but when I walked into the IMAX I saw the organisers of the walk had created a little picture exhibition on the history of Cardboard City. With Bob on my shoulder, I scanned the grainy black and white s for faces that I recognised. As it turned out, I was looking in the wrong place. Hello, James, a female voice said behind me. I recognised it straight away. Hello, Billie, I said. Back around the year 2000, when my life was at its lowest ebb, Billie and I had become friendly, helping each other out and keeping each other company. We hadnt met until after the demise of Cardboard City and had huddled up against the cold together at the coldweather shelters that charities like Centrepoint and St Mungos used to put up during the ter months. It turned out that Billie had turned her life around too. Shed had an epiphany one night when she was sleeping rough in central London and was disturbed from her sleep by a Big Issue seller. At first shed been annoyed at being woken up by him. She hadnt even known what the magazine was. But shed looked at it then and grasped the idea. She had then rebuilt her life and, a decade later, was now a poster child for The Big Issue Foundation. We reminisced about the bad old days over a cup of tea. Remember that popup at Admiralty Arch during that really snowy ter? she said. Yeah, what year was that? 1999 or 2000 or 2001? I said. Cant remember. Those days are all a blur arent they? she said with a resigned shrug. Yep. Still, we are here, which is more than can be said for some of the poor sods we were with then. Goodness knows how many of the people who had been on the streets with us had perished in the cold or from drugs or violence.

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