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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my uncle had a prettychronic dose of schizophrenia a few years back and his GP called me to pick him up and take him to the local psichiatric hospital. After he was committed and sedated I was filling some forms and I said to the nurse, "it must get colourful in here at times" and she replied "we've had three 'J. Christs' check in today" then shrugged and walked off.
(, Tue 21 Sep 2004, 23:47, Reply)
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