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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The Holy PreacherManWhen I was a kid, there was one nutter who spent his days angrily yelling out passages from a bible as he walked the streets of downtown. Most of the time, he seemed completely oblivious of his surroundings, and unaware even if anyone was listening to his biblical rantings.
But from time to time some poor soul would attract his holy wrath, and he would stride up to them with forefinger outstretched, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, SINNER!!! REPENT!!! PRAY TO THE LORD, THAT HE MAY HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL!!!"
He would go on like this for some time -- he was actually quite good at it -- usually until his victim ran away in sheer terror.
He scared the living shit out of me.
(, Sun 19 Sep 2004, 7:42, Reply)
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