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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Nutter is As Nutter DoesAs I live in three of the most nutball-infested parts of the globe (USA, California, and San Francisco), it is hard to pick a favorite, but...
Upon arriving here many years ago there was a thin, filthy little man who would walk up to things and yell, "I HATE YOU!!". His usual attire was low-slung dungarees (emphasis on the dung) and a (formerly) pink bra. Every morning I would eat breakfast at a local cafe he was outside, going up to each tree in succession and berating it loudly, letting it and all around know in no uncertain terms just how much he hated each one. Makes you appreciate your crap job and shoebox apartment a bit more, you know?
Close runner up was the big homeless guy who would sing out in his loud, polished operatic baritone about how some bastard was hitting on his lady and so he had to kill the motherfucker. Never did find out what the tune was, though. I think it might have been Copeland.
And when I was growing up, we had this local boy who "made good"; later we found out he was a paranoid racist jew-baiting wife-beating homophobe who was considered mad as a dancing warthog by most of his closest advisors. He ended up committing several heinous crimes against the country and was forced to resign from the Presidency. What a Dick.
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 17:06, Reply)
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