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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most of the local nutters end up on b3ta anyway don't they?
but here goes:
Had a supply teacher at my old school used to roll through the school corridors mumbling and very very drunk.
My wifey's from Bridgwater. There's a bloke there who walks around pretending to drive, complete with brrm brrm beep beep noises and changing gear as he walks around people.
--EDIT-- aah in fact - Disco Jeff from the post below. hallelujah.
Used to live in Torquay where Glen (his real name) would kneel on the pavement bellowing things like "PLEASE - I JUST WANT SOME FOOOOOOOD" which was his way of begging. Bless 'im.
I live in Newquay now, and there an old bloke who walks round in a mac wearing what at first glance is a kilt, but is actually a tartan picnic rug. He occasionally carries the obligatory "Jesus loves you" banner.
Almost makes me want to take the fishy off my car in case he comes up to me with a "praisethelordhallelujahhaveyoubeenwashedinthebloodofthelambbrother" and drops his picnic rug...
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:16, Reply)
but here goes:
Had a supply teacher at my old school used to roll through the school corridors mumbling and very very drunk.
My wifey's from Bridgwater. There's a bloke there who walks around pretending to drive, complete with brrm brrm beep beep noises and changing gear as he walks around people.
--EDIT-- aah in fact - Disco Jeff from the post below. hallelujah.
Used to live in Torquay where Glen (his real name) would kneel on the pavement bellowing things like "PLEASE - I JUST WANT SOME FOOOOOOOD" which was his way of begging. Bless 'im.
I live in Newquay now, and there an old bloke who walks round in a mac wearing what at first glance is a kilt, but is actually a tartan picnic rug. He occasionally carries the obligatory "Jesus loves you" banner.
Almost makes me want to take the fishy off my car in case he comes up to me with a "praisethelordhallelujahhaveyoubeenwashedinthebloodofthelambbrother" and drops his picnic rug...
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:16, Reply)
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