Ooh crikey..
...this is one of those questions that you think you can't answer until you have a bit of a think about it. Personal favourites are:

1) The old lady who's name I've temporarily forgotten (Mrs Fisher?) who used to wander around St Andrews giving Christian leaflets to all the students. She was, of course, a local legend and subject of much derision and humour. Mind you, the rumour was that she was only trying to 'save' the students because her own son had been one and had died after drinking too much and jumping off the pier, so it's not that funny really is it? Is it? I mean, IS IT?

2) Sky-Blue flat cap, care in the community man who runs around Blackpool backwards. Ran up to my mate in Woolworths once, flailed his arms around at the shelves, shouted 'they've gone, they were all here yesterday' and then ran away. Backwards, of course.

3) The scary, Benny-From-Crossroads-alike (beanie hat and all) who came up to my sister and I while we were waiting for a bus in Acton by the little square next to the Safeways (a proper nutter haunt). He had a very long, pointy-looking stick that he was thrashing against his leg and was staring into the middle distance with lovely lumps of spittle gathering at the sides of his mouth. Strangely, all he said was 'Will they arrest me in East Finchley? What will happen to me if I go to East Finchley?' in a squeaky voice and then he left us alone.

I would apologise for length but, seeing as I'm laughing at people with obvious mental health problems, I'm clearly a bit of a cranberry. Phew, shades of that annoying bloke from the first series of Survivor there - used to paint himself in mud all the time. Anyone? Anyone?
(100%hummusfree, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 23:46, Reply)