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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There was a manwho used to prowl about the place and look for young men he could 'talk to'. I am fairly certain he was a hairy hoof. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I noticed one day that he used to cover up his bald spot with some kind of runny black stuff - spray on hair I thought. Nope. Fucking Kiwi Shoe Polish! On hot days it used to dribble down the back of his neck and stain his collar, he was a well off old boy, or seemed so - not your average nutter, he was very well spoken and upper crustish. He was murdered at 5am at a bus stop trying to touch up an immigrant lad who battered him round the hid with a handy stick. The lad only realised when the nutter stopped moving that the stick had a 6 inch nail in the end he was using to batter him around the head with. He was either deported or languishes in a (the) Maltese jail.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 20:22, Reply)
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