Spike encounters many strange people outside Kings Cross.

I spend a lot of my social life in London. Most of my best mates live in London, plus it's a better place to go for a night out than Stevenage.
The only trouble with going out in London is that if I stay out late I have to wait until 6am for my first train home, unless I crash at a friends house.
Therefore there have been many times I've spent an hour or two waiting outside Kings Cross train station for the doors to open to get my train home.
It has to be said that I have met a lot of crazy people on different nights there, some of which have been genuinely quite scary, so here is a list of a few that stood out.

I think the scariest encounter was with a tramp. I was sat down by the doors listening to my mp3 player and minding my own business when suddenly a quite smelly, bearded and dirty looking tramp came and said hello to me. He had with him a lage bag in which he had some cans of beer which he started drinking. Then something took me by complete surprise. He then removed from his bag a large ghetto blaster. I did wonder what a tramp was doing with one, but I think the most disturbing part of this story was when he pressed play. Suddenly blasting out of the speakers I can hear 'You put your left leg in, your left leg out, in out in out and shake it all about'. Yes you've guessed it, he was playing the Hokey Cokey. The thing is, he wasn't just playing it, he was then dancing around with his beer and singing and dancing to it. It was then that I decided to go for a walk to get away from him, and on my return noticing he was still there, I sat by the other set of doors to avoid the lunatic.

The next odd person I met outside Kings Cross seemed slightly less scary, but it was a very odd experience. I had been on a pub crawl and was sat there dressed as 'The Doctor (Doctor Who)'. Then a tall skinheaded black guy came over to me and started talking, despite the fact there were several other people waiting outside. Why they always choose to talk to me, I'll never know.
Anyway he was talking to me for a while, and I was being polite by talking back to him as he seemed like a nice enough bloke. However what really stands out is the fact he was telling me I could make a difference. I am convinced he was a time traveller from the future who was trying to set me on the right path to change the world. He basically told me that I wasn't going to be Prime Minister but that I would make a difference and had to believe in myself. I didn't tell him anything about myself, so why he was so adament that I make a change and become someone special was very odd. For a while afterwards though it did give me quite a boost to become a better person.

 So, after meeting a crazy Hokey Cokey'ing tramp and a time traveller, could I meet anyone stranger? Yes!
Yet again after quite a heavy night out in London I was waiting outside Kings Cross. This time I met an attractive blonde girl. She was foreign, although I can't for the life of me remember where she was from. She said she'd been at the venue I'd been to that night, but I don't recall having seen her there.
Anyway we got chatting about music, she used her iphone to add me to facebook and we swapped numbers. Now this is the weird thing..... the doors to Kings Cross opened and I checked the board to see where my train was. I saw the girl walk off to the left, so after having looked at the board I went to go and say bye to her. Well I saw her walking away and she dissapeared around a corner. When I got to this corner though, she'd gone. She had completely vanished through a wall. I found this a bit weird at the time, but it wasn't until the next day that I realised I now had no facebook request from her, and her number in my phone had dissapeared. So, either I was even more drunk that I first thought and was hallucinating, or she was a ghost. I'm guessing she was a ghost.

The last slightly odd person I met outside Kings Cross was a foreign man. Again there were several people sat outside, but it was me he came up to rather than anyone else. Why?
Anyway he seemed quite sad, so I felt a bit bad for him and engaged in conversation. It turned out that his wife was in hospital pregnant, but I don't think she was too well. I think he was also in danger of being deported from what I remember. He didn't speak great English so it was hard to understand all that he said. He was then saying he could set me up with his sister who he showed me a picture of. I did of course say she was very attractive, but in all honesty I'm not sure she was my type.
There then came a point where he was flashing his money around. He got out his wallet and he had loads of fifity pound notes in there. I was trying to tell him to keep it hidden or someone would be likely to mug him, I hope he understood what I was trying to say.
I then made the mistake of telling him I was a magician and showed him a trick. He then seemed to love me even more and was hugging me and taking pics of him with his arm around me on his phone. When the doors finally opened I said goodbye and wished him and his wife well, and he went his own way.

So those are the four strangest people. There have been many other people I've met outside the station, infact most times I am there I get talking to someone. I'm actually a bit gutted that it has been some time since I've met a weirdo there, but who knows who I might meet next time.