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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Reading Fruitnot local for me now but was then - the local mad lady who lived upstairs in the flats where I lived ex teacher who had lost it - used to ring one of the big old metal school bells in the dead of the night and was also known for taking to the outside walls of the flats as well - better than the telly I tell you watching her daily antics.
When I worked for a recruitment agency that will remain nameless to hide my shame there was a woman who came in once to register for work anyway this place was completely open plan and halfway through filling in all the forms she just stood up and went off on one shouting "stop talking about me it wasn't my fault that I fell for him and that he had left his wife for me" etc... we all sat there, I mean what can you say at those times - she then picked up her bag called us all sluts or some such thing and walked out.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 4:07, Reply)
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