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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Berdo! You BaaarrrrsssttttaaaaarrrddsssssIn the second year of uni in Derby, myself and housemates had the misfortune of a mad man moving into our spare bedroom. We named him Berdo. Here is a list of his TUBL-ness (tongue under bottom lip)...
He was 6'2", 20 stone, had greasy, receeding, messy hair and wore either an alien or white
tiger t-shirt .
He always carried a floral design shopping bag with him.
He would sit in the living room with the curtains closed, the fire on full and Star Trek on video.
His dissertation was about female wrestling.
His bedroom floor was covered in shit and most nights he would scream at his computer.
He was banned from the uni library for masturbating (whilst researching female wrestling) and he was thrown off a bus in Hastings for the same reason.
He was on some sort of medication so wasn't allowed to drink. That didn't stop him from downing vodka at a party we had once. This resulted in him screaming and throwing glasses at people, then hugging them. At the end of the night he sat on a wall outside and pissed himself.
There are many more anecdotes about him but I might digress them at a later date. Insincere apologies for length.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 14:51, Reply)
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