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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I've met a few...I grew up in a small town called Long Eaton, somewhere betwen Nottingham and Derby. It was full of nutters.
There was this one woman, lived on our estate, who used to ride her bike, tea towel on her haid, shouting at people. Rumour has it she went a bit mad after the menopause. I am going to shoot myself as soon as I hit 45.
THe best one I ever witnessed was the day we had our Maths GCSE. We were walking up to the pub to celebrate finishing it, and this madwoman stopped my friend, put her face right up close to her, and said 'My knickers are cleaner than yours'
Scary.
I also lived in Harrogate, where you get Rudy. Rudy always has a guitar and is convinced he can control the weather, therefore he alternates between singing songs for passers by, and shouting, 'Rain! Rain I command you!' at the sky. The rumour is he found his wife and baby dead and went mad.
Now I live in Bedford, there are too many loons to count, but Ricky is the most well known. He's schizophrenic, and begs for drugs money, but he is known for his violent outbursts towards inanimate objects. If he's not kicking lampposts or cars, he is shouting abuse at a bewildered shopper (though he isn't violent towards people). Spends most of his time in the nick because the local mental hospital has closed down.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 12:10, Reply)
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