
My current toilet book is Brewer's classic encyclopedia of the same name, listing some of the great British nutters down the ages. Let's create a B3TA version based on the dodgy people you've met
( , Thu 27 Sep 2012, 13:43)
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As the title suggests, we had a nutter living at the end of the road. This was the mid-80s so perhaps nutters were allowed to live alone, starting bonfires on the grass outside their houses and shouting/singing at the top of their voices, much to the amusement/bewilderment/fear of the locals and their kids. She was proper barking. Of course, there were all sorts of rumours about her:
- she attacked a paper boy with a knife
- her husband died in the last week of the war
I can't remember any others but they were the regular fare.
As me and my brother were about 7 or 8 at the time we had a fucking cracking nickname for her too. The Silly Lady. Oh, hang on...
( , Tue 2 Oct 2012, 21:54, Reply)
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