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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More creepy than a nutterThis was a guy, Butmin, that lived in my college house. He was 45 to our 18, 19, 20 and was very strange. He was still in college-he'd study a subject until he was ABD and then abandon it to start over and keep his grant.
He was convinced we harlots were trying to tempt him--we'd walk past buttoned up to the neck in dowdy flannel and he'd jump up to point and screech we were flaunting our "young ripe breasts" in front of him.
The creepiest part was later when the police showed up at the house to question Butmin about letters he'd written to the neighbor girls sunbathing on their roofs, something about how he knew they wanted him and he would come to them by night. Later he was arrested for writing much of the same to the 11 year old daughter of some friends, telling her he would wait for her and they were destined to marry.....
Ick.
(, Sun 19 Sep 2004, 1:32, Reply)
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