I was reading an article the other day about how good meditation is for us. Though it wasn’t really about meditation at all, as the real point of the exercise was how much more effective a bit of peace and quiet makes us in our hyper-aggressive workplace and the rest of our busy-busy multi-tasking lives.
It gave me an idea: executive stress for tramps. Give tramps a brief timeout every day in which they can take a difficult corporate down-sizing decision, get in a road rage incident, and bone the secretary after squash. And then, suitably refreshed, get back to drinking meths under a bridge for the rest of the day. Executive stress. For a filthier, less healthy, heavier-drinking tramp. Let's just say it worked for me.