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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Radio ManCheltenham's Radio Man always mystified me. A large seemingly respectable man who wore a tweed jacket and normally a mustard polo neck jumper. What set him apart was the small red radio that was almost permanently clutched to the side of his head. He used to meander on an extremely inefficient route across town. I would see him heading one way in the morning and then back the same way in the evening. Was never quite sure where he was coming from and where he was going to. An old girlfriend told me he would set up camp in what is known as the beer gardens; precious radio released from his loving grasp and placed on the ground for him to dance around.
He really looked normal apart from the radio. And the insane grin. A giveaway I guess.
He once scared the shit out of me and a mate in the local swimming pool. That wasn't nice being followed about by him (note above: he was a big man and obviously not sound of mind). My mate didn't believe me about the radio aspect of the man's life. The proof was later found in the changing rooms in the shape of 'naked' Radio Man.
I don't go back there much.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 16:47, Reply)
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