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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Round my way is a care in the community home...where there are a good selection of nutbars that integrate into our society... for the last 15 years theres been:
Phyllis (or fagash Lil) who is about 70 now and walks to the bus stop to sit on the bench whilst chain smoking. She likes to wear '80's style luminous colours and hats.
Theres Martin, the paper boy/man who married another resident at the consent of both their parents. This is a known fact as I had to cover the paper round for him when I was 13 so they could go on their honeymoon.
And theres no-name cycle man who cycles around and talks to trees.
But our favourite is Peter (or Cecil as he's known) who is on serious medication, and minesweeps the pubs which makes him really pissed so he goes on the chav for cigs. He likes buses and knows every bus route in a 15 mile radius. He was rumoured to have a huge cock which has been confirmed by a number of the looser ladies in our area, and keeps getting beaten up for falling in love with girls in shops and trying to molest them. He also insists that he knows computers and regularly saves large companies from financial disaster by fixing all their PC's. Whilst wearing a blue overall and high visibilty jacket. He recently found love with "Eileen" who lives in a similar home about 10 miles away, and doesn't get it when we ask him if follows the title of the Dexy's Midnight Runners song....
(, Tue 21 Sep 2004, 16:38, Reply)
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