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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More Norwich weirdnessI too have fond memories of Marigold from Norwich. I remember he was so well known that at one point he disappeared for a couple of weeks and it made the local paper. I also remember the sock man, but only from a distance, I was never brave enough to go near him.
There were a couple of other nutters that wandered around near George street (where I was at the art college) and were named by my friends and I (they may have had official Norwich names that we were unaware of) but we had Jesus, who, unsuprisingly had long hair and a tatty and long beard, always wore an old pin striped suit but never any shoes...ever...even when the town was covered in a couple of inches of snow. Oh, and he moved in a mysterious way.
But not as mysterious as Purple-head. A man so angry with himself that he would punch himself repeatedly in the face whilst berating himself in a growly unintelligible way. He had hit himself so many times that he had a permanent bright purple/blue bruise the entire length and breadth of his forehead. When you encountered him on the street it was traditional to turn to your mate and say "I thought you told your dad to stay at home". How we laughed.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 12:17, Reply)
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