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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Eddie in Southampton
There was a wino nutter in Southampton 10 years ago called Eddie who was fairly run of the mill as far as pissed nutters go. However there was a local urban myth that he was the heir to a small fortune. The story goes that he inherited a shit load of money, went on a bit of a bender and never came back. His sister lived in Winchester who would occasionally take him in, sober him up, give him a wash and a clean set of clothes and send him back out again after a couple of days.
I don't know how true this was, but once a month he did go missing for a few days only to turn up later with a brand new sheepskin coat, clean clothes and a brand new Fosters cap.
I once saw him walking along the hard shoulder of the M3 heading north...presumeably to Winchester....?
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 17:55, Reply)
There was a wino nutter in Southampton 10 years ago called Eddie who was fairly run of the mill as far as pissed nutters go. However there was a local urban myth that he was the heir to a small fortune. The story goes that he inherited a shit load of money, went on a bit of a bender and never came back. His sister lived in Winchester who would occasionally take him in, sober him up, give him a wash and a clean set of clothes and send him back out again after a couple of days.
I don't know how true this was, but once a month he did go missing for a few days only to turn up later with a brand new sheepskin coat, clean clothes and a brand new Fosters cap.
I once saw him walking along the hard shoulder of the M3 heading north...presumeably to Winchester....?
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 17:55, Reply)
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