Local Nutters
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)
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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My favourite ever is
an old woman who used to live in a house right on the waterfront in Padstow, North Cornwall (quite) a few years back. According to the locals, she was known as 'The Hermit'.
Once a day (usually around lunchtime) during the busy tourist season, she would emerge at her window, scream obscenities, and then throw a bucket of piss over the thick throng of passers by.
We used to sit outside a nearby pub and wait for her to emerge, just to see the ensuing chaos.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 13:59, Reply)
an old woman who used to live in a house right on the waterfront in Padstow, North Cornwall (quite) a few years back. According to the locals, she was known as 'The Hermit'.
Once a day (usually around lunchtime) during the busy tourist season, she would emerge at her window, scream obscenities, and then throw a bucket of piss over the thick throng of passers by.
We used to sit outside a nearby pub and wait for her to emerge, just to see the ensuing chaos.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 13:59, Reply)
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