
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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I've just remembered all kinds of nutters in Oxford. The best one is the one who enjoys standing in the middle of the road directing traffic, and once caused a pile-up resulting in closure of Magdalen Bridge for some time.
And I've seen Oxford's show-tune-singing man in places as far-flung as Summertown, where he asked me for his plane fare home to Ireland.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 19:10, Reply)
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