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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Sooo manyMy mum used to have a coffee shop which I would help in on holidays and the like. One customer would come in, sit in the corner and tweet away to herself, every so often saying "ooh, hear the little birdy!" (Occasionally she would make miaow noises and say "ooh here comes the cat!")
another used to come in who would open a Safeway bag and bring out a pound of cheese and munch his way through it over a cuppa.
In my crappy weekend job in another coffee shop we used to have a guy that came in. Wore a bright rainjacket, baseball cap, cravatte and many badges proclaiming his love for Jesus. He would always compliment the staff that were working, calling my mate Georgre a "very pretty boy". One day he then asked me if I would fly his plane for him. He stopped coming in a few weeks later
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Fudgebags will wear you like a glove, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:31,
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