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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The Manchester gay-sceneThere's a few absolute belters in Manchester's gay village. Thre was one guy - who died a couple of years ago - an old bloke (70s) called Tony Dean. He used to be out practically every night off his box on speed, in various haunts like the Manto breakfast club leering at the chickens. But, he always used to wear a full dinner suit, black dickie-bow and clip-on sunglasses over his specs, even though it was the middle of the night. Scary.
Oh. And there's marker boy. He comes in to the Rembrandt (and quite possibly other pubs), orders a half, disappears in to the toilet and then emerges just wearing lycra shorts and his own hand-made tatoos (in magic marker) advertising the fact that he is a "fist pig" and various other rather alarming sexual predelictions. He then does one tour of the pub, and when nobody shows an interest he puts his clothes back on and buggers off. Oh, and I'm reliably informed he has a pair of socks stffed down the front of his lycra shorts.
I'm sure I'll think of some more given time.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 12:22, Reply)
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