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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Some thinhgs jst shouldn't happenThere's a family that we used to live near in Hull. they were actually a mate's next door neighbours and were people that won't ever be forgotten.
The first night our friend was in his new house we went over for the flatwarming. As we got near his house we were met by a load of screaming kids kicking the shit out of each other and then colouring in bits of the pavement with chalk, as we came up to his house we 'met' his neighbours. They were naked and rutting in a bed in their front room with what can only be described as oozing flesh wobbling all over the place. They had no curtains on the windows and the lights were all on full. Just as we were capable of moving again, the bloke pulls out wanders over to the chair next to the window, scratches his balls and sits down to read the paper. The image of 'loveliness' he'd left in bed had me traumatised for weeks. I kept thinking Jabba the Hut and a gurning competition winner's not so secret love child.
As we approach the door, we are met by their son in what looked like skintight leather dungarees with permed hair no shoes and no shirt on, noisily slobbering over a pizza.
From then on that particular friend always came to our place...
And who ever said deliverance wasn't a documentary?
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 12:03, Reply)
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