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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One night on the Docklands Light RailwayA packed train on a Friday. Everything was normal on the trip to the Isle of Dogs. Suddenly one bloke I'd noticed, who was finely dressed launched into 'a nightingale sang in Berkley Square'. Obviously a trained singer but he kept everyone entertained with similar songs. Just before he got off at the London Arena he said 'Remember everyone, Friday night is music night' and with gusto started singing land of hope and glory!
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 14:00, Reply)
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