
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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There was an oldish lady who lived near where i worked in Leicestershire, on occasions she would stop outside my window, point and shout at me that i am the devil, strange. never did it to anyone else either.
apologies for crapness
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 13:15, Reply)
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