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 Brockley Billy BraggSE London - Brockley/Honor Oak Park/Forest Hill, bloke with guitar, always flailing his arms around, shouting (he sounds a bit like Billy Bragg) usually getting kicked out of shops for scaring customers.
My Mam and Dad come down to visit one weekend, Dad pops to the shops to get some milk, sees the curly headed odd-bod having trouble with his cycle. My Dad comes back to the flat to fetch some spanners, and helps him fix his bike. The wierdo thanks my Dad, "Cheers mate, I tried to borrow a spanner off the milkman, but he said he didn't have one. I showed him though. I nicked his glasses." No sooner has he said this, the milk float screeches round the corner, the milkman jumps off, "YOU'VE GOT MY SPECS YOU THIEVING CUNT" My Dad walks off as the scuffle ensues.
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Pete Donaldson, Mon 20 Sep 2004, 16:19,
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