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 Wigston Watcher....Where i live is a very strange man who scares the be-jesus out of me. He doesnt seem to have a home as he spends most of his time hanging out in the local shops, carrying a plastic bag full of cans of Iron-bru....
He follows you home and asks you the time every 2 or 3 minutes and then when they see your Dad he mysteriously know your name and always aske who you are. Its like having my own personal stalker.
My mate once saw him running down the road clutching an empty can of iron-bru using it as a walky talkie shouting that:
'They were going to get him'
and that the police were following him because of an alien abduction that had recently happened.
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squiddylyd Once you pop you can't stop!, Sun 19 Sep 2004, 12:31,
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