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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Ah... Henley.I am pretty sure that as a small(ish) town we have more than our fair share of complete nutters. Let me begin with the man who, when walking, looks like he is sitting down (arse very low to ground, knee's bent), he is always walking somewhere, wearing black, and dresses up when the regatta is on. Rumour has it that when the local mental home closed, the council had to house him because he wasn't 'mental enough' to be relocated.
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-The fat ginger tramp who has been in the same orange and turqouise shell suit since around 1993.
-Kronenberg Dave (formally Stella man) who sits and drinks pint after pint of, you guessed it, Kronenberg, and will sit and tell you all about himself. He recently tried to set me up with his son and gave me self addressed postcards for me to write on and send to him... Nice guy though, oh actually apart from his chronic bad breath, b-o and quite possibley the WORST case of dandruff I have ever seen. Gross.
Crikey, this is a bit long and not very witty either, sorry about that x
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Argh. There be scallys in the ranks., Tue 21 Sep 2004, 11:43,
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