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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BorkaBorka is not this lady's real name. But everyond calls her that.
She lives a few streets down from where I grew up. If you walked by her house on Saturdays, you could see her mowing her lawn wearing nothing but horn-rimmed glasses and lacy lacy underwear. However, as she's fat and at least seventy years old, this is not a good thing to see.
She likes to go places. Her prefered mode of transport is waiting until people stop at intersections, then to climb into the passenger seat and mumble things like "I want to buy groceries" or "I want to see a picture show" or "Take me home!" If you lock the door when you see her coming, she'll wiggle the handle in surprise, give you a dirty look, then move on to the next target.
Bonkers. Absolutly bonkers.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 19:03, Reply)
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