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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Talk, damn you!We used to have a guy who wandered around the outskirts of a local college dressed in a suit and tie, crocheted shawl (one of those fringey grandma things) and a shriner's fez, complete with tassel. He used to stand on the streetcorners shaking his fists and waving his arms and lecturing passing cars at the top of his lungs. (The story was, of course, that he was a professor of some kind who had snapped.) I once saw him interrogate a shrubbery. He always carried a walking cane, and on this occasion he was using it to beat the hell out of a clump of bushes while swearing at them wildly and demanding that they confess.
By the way, do street preachers count? They're as common as dogshit where I live, and generally considered fair game by Those Of Us Who Like To Fuck With People Who Need Fucking With.
(, Mon 20 Sep 2004, 5:03, Reply)
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