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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Streatham/Brixton Nutters
I live just off the Streatham High Road, and if you've ever been there, you'll know there's any number of nutters that I could tell you about. But the one I see most often is the guy begging by the traffic lights on the south circular (next to the Crown & Sceptre Wetherspoons). He's a black guy with a beard, always wearing different clothes every day - usually pretty smart sports/casual, nice trainers, so he cant be a tramp. When the traffic lights go red he walks amongst the cars holding his hand out for money in the most pathetic way. He's always clutching a tin of special brew and smiling and talking to himself. One morning, in full rush hour traffic I saw him outside the McDonalds near Brixton tube having a piss in the road. He'd found a drain grill in the road, pulled out his cock and unleashed a steaming river of piss with a look of pure bliss on his face!
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 13:33, Reply)
I live just off the Streatham High Road, and if you've ever been there, you'll know there's any number of nutters that I could tell you about. But the one I see most often is the guy begging by the traffic lights on the south circular (next to the Crown & Sceptre Wetherspoons). He's a black guy with a beard, always wearing different clothes every day - usually pretty smart sports/casual, nice trainers, so he cant be a tramp. When the traffic lights go red he walks amongst the cars holding his hand out for money in the most pathetic way. He's always clutching a tin of special brew and smiling and talking to himself. One morning, in full rush hour traffic I saw him outside the McDonalds near Brixton tube having a piss in the road. He'd found a drain grill in the road, pulled out his cock and unleashed a steaming river of piss with a look of pure bliss on his face!
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 13:33, Reply)
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