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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It was only a small villagewhen I grew up (2500 people), however 2 stick to my mind.
The bearded-woman who kept on losing her panty-hose and knickers just after receiving communion at church. Every sunday without fail, it was a joy to see the priest's reluctant face whenever she was near.
My pervy neighbour, he must be in his 70's now, who always shops next to girls wearing skirts and always picks up something from the bottom shelf.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 14:39, Reply)
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