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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The Devil's WheelchairSupacherry questioned whether this mystery figure still rode the streets of Cov, or whether he had finally had a showdown with the red man himself. Can't answer I'm afraid as I fled the Shitty City for Leicester.
In fact, walking the streets of of my adopted home the other day I was pondering the lack of real characters (of the sort we are discussing), when what should I see, but a dishevelled beardy hob clutching a can of Shupa and yelling incoherent abuse at a young couple passing by. With a spring in my step I sauntered on, safe in the knowledge that true hobs are forever.
(, Wed 22 Sep 2004, 16:44, Reply)
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