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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All Hail the Gold-face PrinceI was working in a well-known high st record shop and we recieved a letter from a loon calling himself The Gold-face Prince. He claimed that he was a direct decendant of the man who invented the first musical instrument (some sort of harp or flute or some such wank) and as such was entitled to 3% of all money made from any kind of music. He demanded payment and even gave a return address which was the steet next to mine. I love the East End!
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Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 13:51,
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