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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The Old Lady & meNot very far away from home lives an old lady who is the official nutter of my village. She spends her days at the front door shouting at people who walk by and throwing her wee outside in the street from a bucket. But no one really gives her much importance. Except me of course.
Once I decided that it was not fair that this demented old piece of wrinkled shit never verbaly assaulted me. So I took action. I started walking past her and stare at her, moving slowly as I passed her by and faster as I moved away. One day I was going through the same ritual and she scolded me, demanding what I was looking at. That was what I was waiting for. I ran up to her mumbling and banging on her door. I shook my head volently and after shouting carefully chosen obscenities I ran off. I didn't notice her reaction much, all I know is that she was waving her hands like there was some giant bee attacking her. I don't know if she told this to anyone but no-one believes her anyway.
A few weeks later I walked infront of her house again but she didn't utter a word. I am now starting to think that I am the village nutter. Oh I was 16 at the time, I'm 20 now.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 18:10, Reply)
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