Micheal the eccentric
Growing up in a pub I've met alot of eccentrics, so I'm sure I'll be posting a few of these, but I'll start with Micheal the eccentric.

Micheal's a regular at the pub, a big guy, around 6"4' in his late 50's/early 60's, with medium length curly hair, and a constant grin on his face. The first time I met him, I assumed he had a mental disorder, but I soon learned that he's one of those types that are so intelligent he seems crazy. Here are a couple of choice memories of him;

A couple of years back, I was stood in the main bar talking to one of the customers, Stuart. Mid conversation Michel bumbles in and shakes Stuarts hand, then pulls Stuart towards him, and leans towards his ear as if to whisper something in it. Rather than whispering Micheal say's (at a normal volume) "Have you been eating mmmmelons?"
"Er no, Micheal mate I've not"
At which point micheal pulls back, straigtens up and says matter of factually, "Oh, must just be the smell then" and wanders off into the side bar.

Once I was at a beer festival with my Dad, when we bump into Micheal, he and Dad, start talking about foot ball and different beers, then half way through a sentence, Micheal trails off and looks into the distance just past my dad's head and states, "Yes well, craaaaabs, I could be doing without them in my life at the moment" and walks off.
(Madlyinsane, Sat 1 Nov 2008, 16:06, 1 reply)

I reckon you'll find that he's called Michael.

(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 14:29, closed)