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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nuttersThere was a guy that sat on a bench next to the traffic lights on my way home from school. He would wait for a bus to stop at the lights, then go up and hug it and tell him he loved it. I was deeply traumatized at the age of ten when he started chasing me down the road yelling that I was his girlfriend.
There was another guy my brother and his mates would tell me stories about. He could run really fast, and when he caught you he would cut your arms with a rusty coke can then rub fairy liquid and lemon juice into it. The trick to get away from him is to climb up a tree, because he doesn't know how. And if you stayed up there for ages, he would get bored and go away. 5 years later, and I'm still afraid he's going to get me.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 20:13, Reply)
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