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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I recall getting on a tube carriageThat was completely empty apart from one other occupant, an old rastafarian man who was conducting a conversation with his reflection on the other side of the carriage.
I say "conversation"; one half was venomous Jamaican patois, the other consisted of one word - "warlord". Thus:
"Who yuh look at? I cut yuh rass, bloodclaaat!"
"Warlord."
"You tink yuh hard, yuh fuckin' bumbleclaart?"
"Warlord."
I got off at the next stop. Double quick.
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Bad Horsey Bring back Dr. Ubes Rub!, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:15,
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