Local NuttersEverywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
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rob, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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EmilyWhere do I start?
This all happened in the same summer when I was 16. Emily ended up hanging around with me and my mates (I thought she was 'normal' when I first met her). Alarm bells started ringing when she began flashing her arse at trucks/buses on the bypass bridge. She then started shouting "Thank god for the middle finger" in my ear ALL the time. Oh my god, then one day the heel broke off one of her shoes so she tried to break the other one off to make the shoes 'even' which didnt work, so she threw them both into the canal and said "it's ok, I was born in a gypsy camp in Australia and I'm used to walking in bare feet"(She was born in the local hospital).
The best Emily story is when she broke into her father's warehouse with my mate to mess around on the forklift and when the battery ran out, instead of leaving the biulding like nothing had happened, she poured fuel all over the forklift and set it alight(!). Luckily the fire brigade turned up before the whole building went up. Daft cow.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:04, Reply)
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