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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VariousAlthough I remember Marigold from Norwich (mentioned previously) at the moment the only one I personally have knowledge is the little old lady who (unfortunately) often takes the same bus in Leicester as me; spends the whole of every journey swearing like a trooper, usually arguing loudly but unintelligebly with her reflection in the bus window.
However, a friend of mine told me about an ex-boyfriend of hers who actually shared a house with the neighbourhood nutter (I think this was somewhere around Norfolk again)... He would shout at people for stealing something, say, an oven glove, and when they looked, the nutter had actually nailed the item to the outside of the house.Then they discovered the lady who came to see the nutter was actually his social worker, and he was on probation for multiple arson attacks.
The landlord evicted him.
The flat-mate went away for the weekend while the eviction took place and came back to find the nutter had broken into his food cupboard and inflicted multiple stab wounds on a grapefruit, and crushed his weetabix with a hammer. His comment was, "better that than my head".
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Doc G and Sid the Monkey may contain traces of spatula, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 10:02,
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