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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Northampton
There are plenty of nutters in Northampton - the most famous one is a woman who wanders the main street and approaches EVERYONE and syas (in broken English) "You spare one pound?". If she doesnt have time to speak to people who practically break into a sprint to get past her quickly, she waves and says hi in her weird accent. Friend of mine claims to have seen her take a dump in the middle of the market square in front of everyone. I dont think she has had a bath or even changed her clothes in over 20 years. Havnt seen her in the last 6 months thank god!
The 'tramp hangout' is the monument near the Pennywhistle/Punch and Judy, all the weirdo's hand out there. Although once when walking through there they called out to me (in their practised street begger accent) "Excuse me mate, can you spare us fifty thoushand quid!" I had to laugh at that one.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 17:11, Reply)
There are plenty of nutters in Northampton - the most famous one is a woman who wanders the main street and approaches EVERYONE and syas (in broken English) "You spare one pound?". If she doesnt have time to speak to people who practically break into a sprint to get past her quickly, she waves and says hi in her weird accent. Friend of mine claims to have seen her take a dump in the middle of the market square in front of everyone. I dont think she has had a bath or even changed her clothes in over 20 years. Havnt seen her in the last 6 months thank god!
The 'tramp hangout' is the monument near the Pennywhistle/Punch and Judy, all the weirdo's hand out there. Although once when walking through there they called out to me (in their practised street begger accent) "Excuse me mate, can you spare us fifty thoushand quid!" I had to laugh at that one.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 17:11, Reply)
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