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 Purple LadyI grew up in St Ives in Cornwall, and there was this old lady there who always wore the same purple clothes and smelt of wee. Her son had died in a car crash years earlier and she was utterly convinced that all of us kids were sent by Satan to torment her, so she used to chase us with her brolly and throw stones at us, all the time screaming;
"Get back to Hell and leave me alone!"
I once had to visit my nan in hospital, and the Purple Lady was in there, lifting her skirts to flash whatever was under there at some old chap in a wheelchair. He looked almost as scared of her as I was.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 13:04, Reply)
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