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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Celebrating my first proper Halloween when I was six,my brother and I were out begging for candy to the local neighborhood. Towards the end of the night we approach this big, posh-looking house complete with white paint and Greek columns, when a strange old man with wily eyes comes to the door.
"Now, before you can have some candy you have to tell me...What's this?"
He held up a picture of a strange animal resembling a deer.
"An antelope." I said.
"No, this is a waterbuck. It's a waterbuck. A waaaa-terrrr-buuuuck..." This continues for several minutes, at which point I gave up and left. I never got any candy.
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Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 21:21,
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