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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Manchester
Thank you The Mad Mr Wiggy, your knowledge of Manchester nutters (and links to them) is vast.
Have you spotted these ones (in addition to the Large Rabbit Man, who has been mentioned several times):
- Mr Complain: travels on public transport all day long complaining about things, usually the price of an object he's passing at that moment in time?
- Banana Student Boy: was spotted several times by a number of my friends. He travels down Wilmslow road, usually on Stagecoaches (not the crappy Finglands) and always seems to be having an argument with somebody on his mobile. The last converstaion I heard concluded with him shouting, "I'm not gay, my dick is like a banana!"
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:19, Reply)
Thank you The Mad Mr Wiggy, your knowledge of Manchester nutters (and links to them) is vast.
Have you spotted these ones (in addition to the Large Rabbit Man, who has been mentioned several times):
- Mr Complain: travels on public transport all day long complaining about things, usually the price of an object he's passing at that moment in time?
- Banana Student Boy: was spotted several times by a number of my friends. He travels down Wilmslow road, usually on Stagecoaches (not the crappy Finglands) and always seems to be having an argument with somebody on his mobile. The last converstaion I heard concluded with him shouting, "I'm not gay, my dick is like a banana!"
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:19, Reply)
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