Local Nutters
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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The bin man
Every town has its own "Bin-man" or "Bin-lady". My town seems to have more; as we even have a local one.
Ever since i was young i can remember cycling/walking to the corner shop near to my house. Obviously, outside a parade of shops there will be one or two bins provided to put rubbish in. Anyway, this bloke who owns a huge volvo estate car visits the bins, and empties them into his car. I don't believe, in ten years of memory of this man, that i have ever seen him in a different change of clothes.
But, the scariest things are his kids. Blimey. I think they're beginning to follow in the family business as i see more and more of these trampy looking people rummage through the bins...
/lurks
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:37, Reply)
Every town has its own "Bin-man" or "Bin-lady". My town seems to have more; as we even have a local one.
Ever since i was young i can remember cycling/walking to the corner shop near to my house. Obviously, outside a parade of shops there will be one or two bins provided to put rubbish in. Anyway, this bloke who owns a huge volvo estate car visits the bins, and empties them into his car. I don't believe, in ten years of memory of this man, that i have ever seen him in a different change of clothes.
But, the scariest things are his kids. Blimey. I think they're beginning to follow in the family business as i see more and more of these trampy looking people rummage through the bins...
/lurks
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:37, Reply)
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