Where does eccentricity stop,
and fucking madness begin? Money I guess.
Some people living near me just aren't off the wall,they built it.

Alcoholic Tourettes man. Pissed out of his brain constantly, shuffles round screaming "Fucking cunt" at peeps. Everyone knows him, so he's never been twatted.

Crap busker. Can't sing or play the guitar, just stands around Market Street, bangs the front of the guitar and shouts. For some reason he still gets given money. Serious mental problems.

My neighbour. Jehovahs Witness. Still insists on giving me tracts and Bibles, even though I've told him I'm not at all interested. 10 odd years down the line he's still doing it.

His brother. State of the art camera gear, and stands outside mine taking THE SAME BASTARD PHOTO that he's been taking ever since I've moved here. I've had Old Bill round mine a few times, thinking I'm the person that women have been complaining about, being a Peeping Tom.

Fucking hatstand the lot of them.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sat 1 Nov 2008, 13:30, 4 replies)

the same photo?
How long has he been there? Surely the light level's been right at least once by now.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Sat 1 Nov 2008, 14:11, closed)

You know what I mean.
OK, the same view then.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sat 1 Nov 2008, 14:23, closed)

I didn't.
But then again I was up rather early, and it's very cold.
I know now. Ta.
What's his excuse?
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Sat 1 Nov 2008, 14:53, closed)

His excuse?
I've no idea, he won't talk. Our concierge had a word with him one day, and he just ran into his brother's flat. Mad.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sat 1 Nov 2008, 15:06, closed)