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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York LuneWhen I was at York Uni, we sometimes had visits from a patient at the Retreat, which is just round the corner. The Retreat is a place for people with mental illnesses. Anyway, this bloke claimed to be a Lord, or something, and we just smiled and said politely "really?"
It later turned out that he *was* a Lord!
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:07, Reply)
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