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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swampyI used to work at a motorway services and every so often this long haired skinny tramp(rumour had he travlled up and down the M1 by hanging on to the axels underneath the trucks) would be found asleep either in our crusher round the back,in the gents (or ladies) and once in the back of the site managers audi (god knows how he got in there!) once he was fast asleep in the corner of the restaurant dribbling,smelling and muttering under his breath and I was given the job of removing him(cos everyone else was too scared to talk to him), so i shook him awake with the cheery words 'Piss off swampy this is a restaurant not a hotel' and he slunk off. Three hours later and storms back in up to the hot food counter where I am, threatening to remove my head and shit down my neck, at which point my heavily pregnant four foot nothing manager walks up to him and tells him (in front of a restaurant full of customers) to 'Fuck off because your smell is putting us off our food' at which piint he slunk off. I had to have security to escort me to my car every night for a week in case swampy decided to come back and carry out his promise.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 1:08, Reply)
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