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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LoonIn the day's of my youth while training at a engineering company there was this middle aged instructor. He was only slightly barking, and always wore his overall coat even outside of work. Another odd thing he had was a small book filled with words like soothing, calming, relaxing and so on and sometimes he would read from it and write these words up on white boards in the training rooms filling them often at tea break. One lunch time we decided to re-write his notes with words like murder, kill them all, hate and so on, we were a cruel bunch. When he returned and saw our handy work he just froze for a while, then burst out laughing rubbed the board clean and carried on as if nothing had happned. Freaked us out good 'n' proper.
(, Thu 23 Sep 2004, 4:43, Reply)
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