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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She recently died....oh wellPsycho Saally everyone called her, in Hartlepool. She was this rather old lady who seemed normal until she suddenly moves her arms like shes on a fruit machine, or starts talking/yelling to objects. One day in the town center she was having an argument with the floor when some git I know says "oi! stop yelling at my floor tile!" She proceeded to hit him with her hand bag.
And what Tom said about the neighbour talking to their dog, I talk to my cats all the time. They are siamiese who can talk (not words but alternative meaows, like in a wingy voice) they are just like kids, except they are furrier, have tails and more demanding.
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Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 15:22,
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