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'll never be bad again.......When I was in my teens a friend and I used to spend many dull hours in the the only telephone box in the village making crank calls. The telephone box was directly outside the resident village nutter's house so this was double th fun. On one occasion my friend and I were busily winding up some poor dear when I kepy hearing this 'tink tink' noise. After a few moments I turned round to find the village nutcase tapping on the glass of the telephone box with an axe, completely naked apart from a huge line of dribble running down the front of his face and onto his 'bits and pieces'. The quandry of bursting out and making a run for it or staying put and ringing the police was a tough one.......
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:50, Reply)
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