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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He ain't heavy, he's a nutter.....Gloucester houses a wonderful collection of loons, fruitcakes and fucknuts. My personal favourite was Mad Sonya, a 60 year old screaming irish bint, who would regularly walk up to phone boxes, violently expell anyone already using the phone and scream random abuse at the unfortunate on the other end of the line. She also smelt quite wonderfully of piss and cheap cough medicine.
Singing Ken was also popular. He appeared to be copying the Rab C Nesbitt school of fashion, and could always be found on a Saturday outside Icelands, leaning on a trolley bashing out the old favourite "He ain't heavy, he's my brother..." whilst young children and the like payed him for his unique entertainment by throwing him goodies. Like empty cans. And stones. All of which were greeted with a cheery "Fuck off you jobless bastards." Dead now though.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 13:35, Reply)
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