In manchester there are far too many nutters
I see that some attempt to catalogue them has already begun, so I will add my own local nutter.

In Fallowfield, where I live there is a bloke who walks down the street talking, loudly and incoherently to himself. First of all i thought he had a bluetooth headset or something. Boy, was I wrong.

Once I was stood waiting to cross the road and he stopped behind me, talking away. I made the mistake of looking round at him. He was stood talking to a broken bit of wall quite calmly before proceeding to launch into an outburst the likes of which have never been seen. Laden down with many Sainsbury shopping bags he kicked the wall, the air,and several times, himself all the while shouting before suddenly dropping to a whisper and farting really loudly. Needless to say I crossed the road fairly quickly. He calmly stopped and carried on walking (fairly) normally away.

Also back in the village where i grew up in Yorkshire was a bloke who dressed up as a Cavalier and rode his horse up and down the road. He stepped in front of a train.

And in one of the four shitty clubs that Halifax has to offer (the Accapulco) there is a regular who seems slightly fruity.

Imagine the man from Del Montes grandfather. The white linen suit, the leather brogues.Not the wicker hat unfortunately. Now picture him dancing to the shitty 70s, 80s and 90s pop filth like he was doing the Charleston or the Foxtrot. On the plus side, he would inevitably approach your lady friends and try to chat to them thereby driving them into our protective arms - and all it took was for us to buy him a drink to obtain this service.
(monkeyseemonkeydo, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 16:23, Reply)