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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response to mad mr wiggyi was accosted by that Buhhdist a year or so ago. Walking along Market Street with three mates he singles me from the bunch - perhaps i made eye contact...
As a result - 10 minutes (literally, i am too polite to tell people to bugger off) of trying to convert me and give me a magazine. I took the magazine and made to stride off, before he grabbed me and asked for a "contribution". I thought i detected a conspiratorial wiggle of the eyebrows (which were shaved like his head)so i threw down the magazine and ran.
Plus the beggars who frequent Oxford/ Wilmslow Road often making enough money in the afternoon to buy a six pack of Stella, to wash down the six pack of Stella they had bought from the proceeds of that mornings work. If you ask me they just scare the foreign exchange students.
There is ladyboy tramp - who no one can agree if it is a bloke with a woman's voice or a manish woman with short hair
Smackman who can talk quite coherently and eat half your sandwich before spacing out very dramatically.
often see them outside the Sainsburys or the cash machines in Fallowfield and they never recognise you even if you talk to them every day
Apologies for waffling and being a pathetic tale.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 12:14, Reply)
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