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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My turn...Now I don't profess to be normal by ANY means, but at least I know I'll never be as bad as the following wackos...
In high school, there used to be this black kid who always hung out in the music room, long after the class was over, and before it began. People suspected he lived in there. Almost every day, I'd come in and see the whites of his crazed eyes peeking out the window of the attic where the music was kept. He also played the same song over and over: "daa-da-DA!daa-da-DA!" And a variation would be "DAA-da-da!DAA-da-da!"
One word: CALIFORNIA. I used to live in Long Beach when I was 16 and had to walk 10 blocks to and from school every day. There was a frizzy haired middle aged woman who lived in an abandoned house next to the bus stop who never spoke, but liked to beat her chest like a gorilla to express herself. She also liked to sit on the bench backwards.
Then, there was the Incredible Mustache Man of Portland Oregon who would have put Dr. Fu Manchu to shame. I saw him walking along one day and had to do a double take because his mustache was so long it hung to the ground and trailed behind him. It was also fluffy, as though he had blow dried it. We also had the random-shouting lady, and the usual peeing and crotch grabbing and barfing bums, oblivious to everyone. God bless America.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 21:27, Reply)
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