The old rich shuffling man
Until a few years ago, there wandered a tramp in the Edgware/Canons Park area. He used to shuffle about, hunched over, wearing little other than some underwear and some shoes. He used to carry around a plastic bag containing all sorts of eratic and esoteric items.

Many have said his story was thus:
This man used to be a very wealthy banking type, and had a large house and a loving family. His wife and children went out in the car together while he was at work. Unfortunately, the car was involved in a collision and his family were killed.

The loss of his entire family drove this man to ruin. He lost his mind to a broken heart, wandering the streets in pauper's clothes, muttering to himself. Some say he carried on living in the giant house, alone in his suffering. Others say he lost his house. Regardless, after a long period of walking the streets, he succumbed to cancer. No longer are his glassed-over eyes staring at the same point on the horizon while he walks the local area.

Does anybody know who I'm talking about? I really want to find out who he was and what his story was.
(tarbin tarbis, tarbit, tarbamus, tarbimus, tarbant, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 14:06, Reply)