Local Nutters
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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Jules
There's a guy near me who rides the bus to Cambridge every day, and comes back stinking drunk on the last bus every night. Rumour has it he won the lottery, and spends all his money on drink and drugs.
Once he told me that if he was trapped on a mountainside he'd only hope that he had a jar of pickles with him, so that he could roll down on it to safety.
Madness.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 9:18, Reply)
There's a guy near me who rides the bus to Cambridge every day, and comes back stinking drunk on the last bus every night. Rumour has it he won the lottery, and spends all his money on drink and drugs.
Once he told me that if he was trapped on a mountainside he'd only hope that he had a jar of pickles with him, so that he could roll down on it to safety.
Madness.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 9:18, Reply)
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