Local NuttersEverywhere 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.
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rob, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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Newspaper manI used to work at King's College in London, in a small offshoot campus on King's Road. There was tall, gangly, smelly blokle who was frequently to be found in the basement toilets of the nearby hall of residence. We used to use their bar after work, and without fail he'd be in the lavs, reading a newspaper selected from his bulging carrier bag of old papers.
One evening some of us saw a jaguar pull up beside him as he shuffled along outside the hall. A *very* posh woman cajoled him into the car and drove off. Wife? Relative? Random fancier of smelly newspaper readers? We never found out.
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foop, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 18:28,
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