Bournemouth's full of 'em
The mad old busker mentioned early on in this thread was, bizarrely,
actually called Harry Potter! Doubt JK Rowling had him in mind though...
A few others I can recall. I used to work in Tandy in the Boscombe district
("affectionately" known as Little Liverpool by the local Plod, due to the
number of Scallies that used to hang around there, but I digress). We had a
regular oddball called Graham who would come in every day with the same
question: "Have you got any watches?" "Yes Graham - here they are in the
display cabinet right in front of you." "Ah. That's a nice one. Do you think
I should buy it?" "No Graham - you have about six on you already" And he did
- all up one arm. Genius.
Another local nutter once marched stark bollock naked out of the public
lavatories and strode off down the high street shouting "Left! Right! Left!
Right!"
The best one, and many Bournemouthians will remember him, was the guy who
was convinced the alien spaceships were coming for him, so he would cycle
around without an inch of skin showing - thick coat, skiing goggles and
gloves, tracksuit trousers tucked into his mountain boots just to be
certain, even in the middle of summer. But what REALLY made him stand out
from your common or garden nutter was the fact he wore a self-made hat
fashioned from silver foil and cardboard, complete with optional pull-down
visor for when the alien radio waves were at their most intense. And he
looked a bit like the Unabomber.

I alway apologise for length, so as to avoid disappointment
(AlohasRyk, Tue 21 Sep 2004, 14:52, Reply)