I used to live in Kentish Town.
Not only the scene of Adam Ant's top quality meltdown but also home to some of the best drunks ever. But best of all was this completely lost-it black dude who race-walked in that super-mince style, in the road, with a pair of red women's knickers on over his tracksuit bottoms, and an empty water bottle stuck in the side of them. He had a matching headband and a sign on his arse which read 'squeeze bottle for sex'. Can't imagine this working terribly often.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:46, 2 replies)

I grew up in Kentish Town
about the most memorable character I can think of was a Hells Angel called 'Charger,' one of the first UK Angels, who died a few years ago

He used to drink in my local. Nice guy.

But there were nutters galore. The legless, alcoholic, shouty guy used to make me laugh up and down Kentish High street, yelling obscenities at life from his wheel chair for no particular reason.

My next door neighbour once pointed out anyone would be pretty bitter in his circumstances, which is true
( Jahled Three shades of black, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 14:29, closed)

It does actually...
However, a partially filled Capri-Sun pouch can also suffice when lonely.
(wrigglesworth, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 16:12, closed)