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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Mad Lady
She lives round the corner and goes by the name of June, although she told me her name is Florence but being the junior of her family, she is June. She has to be 75 at least. She has had operations to have most of her brain removed, as well as a kidney, she is almost totally deaf and blind, but it doesnt stop her - she can spot a potential victim from at least 100 yards. The favourite method of entrapment is to rush up and give you a bear hug or else trip you with her white stick, and give you something, usually a flower she has picked from her garden. And then she starts talking. About the war. About the council. About the local murders. About kids. About her fellow tenants. On and on and on she drones while relieved looking people scuttle past. And she likes practical jokes - one time she superglued 20p to the floor just to watch people try to pick it up, but she said some guy came along with a hammer and chisel at night. Ah well.
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 23:50, Reply)
She lives round the corner and goes by the name of June, although she told me her name is Florence but being the junior of her family, she is June. She has to be 75 at least. She has had operations to have most of her brain removed, as well as a kidney, she is almost totally deaf and blind, but it doesnt stop her - she can spot a potential victim from at least 100 yards. The favourite method of entrapment is to rush up and give you a bear hug or else trip you with her white stick, and give you something, usually a flower she has picked from her garden. And then she starts talking. About the war. About the council. About the local murders. About kids. About her fellow tenants. On and on and on she drones while relieved looking people scuttle past. And she likes practical jokes - one time she superglued 20p to the floor just to watch people try to pick it up, but she said some guy came along with a hammer and chisel at night. Ah well.
( , Mon 20 Sep 2004, 23:50, Reply)
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