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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out on the piss in Nottinghamone Wednesday night a fair few years ago, right at the beginning of the night a weird looking tramp comes up to me and my mate and says something along the lines of “I know I’m a black man but can you spare me any change” plus some more inane ranting I can’t remember. Okay, he’s clearly strange and I want rid so I gives him a quid and he fucks off.
Fast forward several hours and I’m rat-arsed. I leave the club (The Rig – fucking wank on Wednesdays) and go searching for food. No where’s ever fucking open on a Wednesday night in Nottm so I’m standing around at a bit of a loss. All of a sudden up pops strange tramp from earlier on. Now I’m a happy drunk who will profess his love to anyone and everyone and we were soon wandering the streets arm in arm like best mates. He then turns to me and asks for some change so he can get the train home. I told him I’d already given him some earlier that night. To which he said “That wasn’t me, that’s my evil twin brother. He’s always getting me in trouble”. My heart sank and I sobered up pretty damn quick, finally got rid of him by saying I was gonna get him some money from the bank and sprinted across Market Square and into the first taxi I could stop.
Ironically I spent several hours asleep on a bench outside my mates house that night, just like a tramp would.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 9:29, Reply)
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