Dodgy male family members / friends, who were simply known as " funny uncles " ( they where in my house anyway ) who you weren't allowed to be left alone with. Now days they'd be beaten to death on sight or be living in Cambodia with like minded men.
Not the rancid toothless smak heads that knock round Town, the old skool gentleman tramp that every area seemed to have when I was growing up. Sefton Park and Lark Lane had the most as they had that hostel in one of the big houses around the park, that used to kick them out after breakfast. They'd sit all day on the park wall, getting pissed and fighting with each other. I haven't seen what I would call a proper tramp for years now.
Melting tar on the road when you're on your way to Co op for another bottle of wine or something and you've got all sorts of sh** spraying into your face.