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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Once,I was walking past a supermarket at about 2am one Sunday night, and a bald young-ish man in what looked almost like a gimp suit jumped out of some bushes and started running at me. He had a kind of old fashioned camera thing mounted on his shoulder and was chanting "What's this? It's your BLOOD!" over and over again while clicking the weird camera thing at me. So I ran off.
That was a bit strange.
(, Mon 20 Sep 2004, 12:13, Reply)
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