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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Nutty EllenAs a kid growing up in East London - we usued to have a neighbourhood nutter called, rather appropriately, 'Nutty Ellen'. She'd wander the streets all day, smelling of something vile and hell-ish, with a manky plastic doll attached to her breast. Occasionally she'd talk to it. Sad really.
But what made her different was she met another nutter and he moved in with her - last I heard they got married on their balcony, and she managed to 'have' another doll. Ahhhh. Sweet.
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HSDriver was probably still at work on, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:25,
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