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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Bath typesBath is full of nutters. Most of the West Country is, in fact.
One example. I lived in a house with no back garden, and as it was a very old Georgian one, a strange kind of brick landing over the cellar lead to the front door. One gorgeous day, I decided to sunbathe, so had my body on the landing in the sun, but my head on a pillow on the doorstop just in the shade.
And old lady goes past. Stops. Turns towards me. Then points. Then slowly shouts:
"IIIIIIIII SEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOUUUU"
Then reverses the above process just as slowly and walks off again. I burst into hysterics, and it became a much-bandied phrase in my house. Crazy lady.
I bet there are more from Bath, because if I had time, I'd list THOUSANDS.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 14:20, Reply)
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