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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Dirt lady and the effete skirt wearerTwo notables here in Aberdeengrad.
A notorious pudgy woman with fright-wig hair and a purple tracksuit. Generally approaches you on the street, frantically enquiring if you can see any dirt on her backside. Won't calm down until you've inspected her sizeable arse area and pronounced it mud-free. At which point she walks off, muttering. Apparently she also had to get escorted out of the bank after screaming at them for "hiding all her money".
Another lovely gentleman would do his grocery shopping in the corner shop where I used to work. Obviously a serious, well-educated, compos mentis kinda guy, apart from his propensity for wearing incredibly short kilts. And I mean SHORT. Short enough to make a Newcastle slappah blush. My workmate was sure she saw his cock dangling out one time. Bleeurgh.
Furthermore, he always bought tubs of cream and root vegetables. Maybe I shoulda reported him. Pervert!
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(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 1:29, Reply)
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