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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Colin the cuntWas the name of our local nutter, he used to live on our housing estate when I was a teenager. Aparently he was normal once, but had some form of horrific industrial accident. He did all sorts, he was about 37 and used to have a bike with a trailer attached that he made himself, it was about the size of a mini, and we never found out what it contained. He would aproach a large group of teenaged boys, and shout "fucking coppers" at the top of his voice and then run away as fast as he could....the funiest thing I ever saw him doing though, was riding a moped, with no crash helmet, at about 20mph on a 60mph dual carriageway, with a bottle of diamond white in one hand, and a portable stereo taped to the handlebars playing the pet shop boys at full volume.
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PieJuice, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 20:47,
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