When I was amuch smaller, younger person...
We used to all pile in my mums 2CV and go and visit my nan, pretty regularly. She lived in Birkenhead at the time and I remember every time we went over a specific roundabout that mum would chirp up with "oh look, here's Bugbiters roundabout"

"Bugbiter" as we learned over the months, was a tramp who lived on this roundabout. I know nothing else of him, which is a shame - I bet he had a good story to tell. We saw him quite a few times on our visits. Then we started to see him less, and then never. They've since resurfaced and reworked the roundabout (and this would have been a good 10+ years ago now) so I presume he's gone to the great trampy roundabout in the sky.

We never did talk to him or have any encounter other than ocassionally seeing him in the car.

Poor dude,
(turkeywelder, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 10:54, Reply)