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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Nut house.I work in the brand spanking new Zurich office in Cardiff, but unfortunatly, it was built on Newport Road, which has to be the shittiest area of the City. Right next door, there's some sort of rehab centre or something, and on my first day, someone sprang out of the bushes and smashed a mug in my path, muttering to himself. Fun. Oh, and I actually gave money to Toy Mike Trevor today. He seemed pleased.
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owain2002, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 22:40,
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