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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A dinnerlady at our school . . .was a nutter!
At Junior School we had a dinner lady called Mrs Agnue. A fearsome old Northern-Irish battleaxe.
One day I was on the playing fields with my friend and asked him what the time was just as Mrs Agnue walked past.
"Don't ask him the time!", she screamed at me, "It's very rude!"
At the time I just assumed she was mental in the way that *all* adults are mental when you're a kid, but now I see that she was truly deranged.
(And for years afterwards I genuinely believed it was the height of rudeness to ask someone the time.)
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 21:50, Reply)
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