Local Nutters
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
Everywhere 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.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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Soho 20p Man
Don't know if he's still around or if he's dead or dying or something, but this guy used to sit around in the street next to Bar Chocolate on D'Arblay Street. He wandered around from time to time but that was his usual spot. He looked like Yaphet Kotto/Junk Yard Dog and used to smoke the fattest joints whilst drinking pints of champagne with ice. And he always wore about a million coats regardless of the weather. He'd shout "20p! Got 20p?!" at everyone who walked past, occasionally upping it to 50p and once I heard, even a pound.
One time I tried to talk to him when he wandered into Prime Time video on Berwick St where I worked. He gave me this blank stare, pointed at the TV which was showing Toy Story, yelled "20p! Fuck!" and then went outside and puked.
I miss him and I hope he's still alive and nuts.
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 11:23, Reply)
Don't know if he's still around or if he's dead or dying or something, but this guy used to sit around in the street next to Bar Chocolate on D'Arblay Street. He wandered around from time to time but that was his usual spot. He looked like Yaphet Kotto/Junk Yard Dog and used to smoke the fattest joints whilst drinking pints of champagne with ice. And he always wore about a million coats regardless of the weather. He'd shout "20p! Got 20p?!" at everyone who walked past, occasionally upping it to 50p and once I heard, even a pound.
One time I tried to talk to him when he wandered into Prime Time video on Berwick St where I worked. He gave me this blank stare, pointed at the TV which was showing Toy Story, yelled "20p! Fuck!" and then went outside and puked.
I miss him and I hope he's still alive and nuts.
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 11:23, Reply)
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