Tramps. Now they have their uses. Mainly in the amusement department. I, for one, am constantly fascinated when they argue with themselves, scratch like a Harlem DJ on crystal meth, shout abuse and soil themselves. That alone is worth the price of a cup of tea. But are we missing something here? When the word vermin is mentioned, you could be forgiven for thinking of things like foxes, rats, pigeons, squirrels, chavs or even the RAF. Look how the aforementioned vermin have evolved. They have got bigger, move around in packs, are immune to various poisons and are increasing in numbers. A sobering thought. Back to tramps, if we are not careful, an Ubertramp will evolve. He will ask for Â£10 for a cup of tea, will smell like a Bosnian war grave, have enough fodder in his beard to feed Napoleons Armee du Nord, lay turds that could be confused for ships and forget having a map of Africa on the front of his trousers, it will be a map of the Universe. The time has come for action. I will be out tonight culling as much of this vermin in London as possible. Any suggestions?