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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...and another one.This time, it's Blackpool, where I spent 3 drug-addled years, quite some time ago, pretending to be a photography student.
Local fruitcake there was Mr Backwards. He looked like an ordinary fella, and most of the time, he was, but occasionally, he would feel the need to do something outrageous and silly, like, ohI don't know, go into a shop....
BACKWARDS
...which he would do at a running pace.
That's it, just sauntering down the street, normal as you like, and then, he'd give the scene a quick left-right glance, presumably to make sure no-one was watching, and then like a flash, spin on his heel, and run at full tilt backwards into a shop.
He would exit the shop in pretty much the same way, until he was out on the pavement or the broad pedestrianised bit in the middle of Blacky, which is probably called Church St, and then he'd carry on, as if nothing had happened.
Does any one know if he's still about?
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:40, Reply)
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