The Wizard for Fnchley and friends.
There is a relevant pea in this post.

Back when I was a kiddy in schoolywool there used to be some strange homeless characters around where I lived: There was the "Phantom lLue Sniffer" A guy that used to walk around with a manic look in his eyes and his noes almost constantly embedded in a brown paper bag he unsuccessfully kept hidden in his jacket.

Or the "Nazi Dog Lady" who had a tendency to sit on trains, yell racist abuse at anyone and had a dog that stunk so bad that within one train stop it managed to empty the entire carriage.

But the taker of the nuttiest crackpot has to lie with the "Wizard of Finchley" This strange bloke that would walk up to people and start telling them his crackpot theories, like how there is a Camlot Way road near Trent Park which (obviously) means that that the park is the site of Camelot. Or how there are 3 churches in Whetstone with the same name and if you join them up on a map they create, wait for it, a Triangle! If you managed to endure enough of his theories he would then try to enroll you in his coven of witches and wizards before telling you about prozac changed his life.

Ahh the good old days.
( Crap Little Monkey Deathstar, so good they built it twice, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 9:41, Reply)