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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Oh, I have a good one.There is a guy that walks around my village who me and my dad nicknamed Sweeties. One cold morning we were walking down the train station and we heard a loud clumping sound behind us. This boss-eyed, cottle bottle be-glassed nutter came thundering up to join us and just started rambling on. (Imagine him talking in an extremely thick Brummie accent for this)
Sweeties: Morning!
Dad: Oh god, you again (under breath)
S: Cold out innit!
D: mutter
S: I'm going to the shop
D: mutter
S: I'm going to buy sweeties
D: mutter
S: I like sweeties I do!
D: *smirk*
S: In this weather you need a good suck!
Me and dad: *fits of suppressed laughter*
This bloke will accost anyone he sees walking when on his travels, old ladies, kids, the lot. There are too many stupid conversations with him to list but that is the original and best. Other than talking bollocks to strangers, he drags around a little Scottie dog, wears a huge blue anorak in all weather and will stop at random while walking to giggle to himself and do a crossword.
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Nimble Colin camera-wrangling, globe-trotting whisky enthusiast, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:10,
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