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 bloke who lives oppersite me...
...loves nothing more than to serenaded the whole street, by singing along to his favourite show tunes, using only one vocal note. (B Flat diminished, I believe it is) It doesn't matter what the tune is, he will blast it out in his uniquely mono toned way, pausing only briefly to gulp for air.
How we love him.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:56, Reply)
...loves nothing more than to serenaded the whole street, by singing along to his favourite show tunes, using only one vocal note. (B Flat diminished, I believe it is) It doesn't matter what the tune is, he will blast it out in his uniquely mono toned way, pausing only briefly to gulp for air.
How we love him.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:56, Reply)
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