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 dear friend John.A local loon not far from here has earned himself the name "Gizafag John"(John, my dear, could I trouble you for a cancer stick, old boy? is the rough translation)
I dont even know if his name is John to begin with, but as it happens, he gets ever so slightly fucked off if you run up to him shout "GIZAFAG, JOHN!" and run away again. He chases you for bloody miles the nasty old codger.
Another one is Don the Tramp. Don lives in some abandoned playing field changing rooms called "The Pavillion" If you go within 300 feet of his accomidation he throws broken pieces of toilet at you. Trouble is, I have to walk less than 30 feet from his humble abode to get to college. I saw a knife fly past once, I swear to god.
Apologies for length, girth and circumference.
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 16:00, Reply)
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