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» Eccentrics
Catweazle
In our town, we have have several notable eccentrics.
Victorian Woman - She's perfectly normal, probably middle-class, but ALWAYS wears faux Victorian costumes she makes herself. In bright colours. With matching hat and parasol.
Preaching Woman - A small, rotund West Indian lady who likes to wear flowing robes and sings about Jesus in the town centre. She's probably just religious, but definitely weird with it.
Catweazle - So called because of his slight resemblance the the TV character. I say slight, because our Catweazle prefers to wear a selection of torn eco-warrior style jumpers teamed with stripey tights (covering twig thin legs) and fetching combat boots (winter) or sandals (summer).
He never trims his fingernails or toenails, which are long and ragged and yellow. The toenails click on the ground in summer.
The hair is long and straggly and yellow, with matching beard and moustache ensemble; mad, staring eyes complete the look of acid-voyager who took one trip too many back in the sixties.
Catweazle likes to frequent pubs. As mad bastards tend to. No one knows where he gets the money from, but he always keeps it in a plastic bread bag.Once in the pub and in possession of a pint of cider and black, he will put some music on the juke box and proceed to dance. Given that he is immensly thin and wears such loose and flappy jumpers, the sight is not unlike what I imagine watching a pterodactyl chick learning to fly might look like.
He enjoys attempting to steal barstools, and is responsible for the Peanut Bomb.
The Peanut Bomb involved Catweazle coming into the pub one day with a large plastic bag full of unshelled monkey nuts. He had a few drinks, danced around the back garden waving his t-shirt as normal, then went back inside the pub, grabs his bag o' nuts, lifts it above his head and SLAMS it against the edge of the bar. Bag explodes, nuts go everywhere, Catweazle takes off with surprising speed down the high street.
No one ever found out why.
Would apologise for length but am stoned as balls and thus could not care less.
Go me.
(Sun 2nd Nov 2008, 12:47, More)
Catweazle
In our town, we have have several notable eccentrics.
Victorian Woman - She's perfectly normal, probably middle-class, but ALWAYS wears faux Victorian costumes she makes herself. In bright colours. With matching hat and parasol.
Preaching Woman - A small, rotund West Indian lady who likes to wear flowing robes and sings about Jesus in the town centre. She's probably just religious, but definitely weird with it.
Catweazle - So called because of his slight resemblance the the TV character. I say slight, because our Catweazle prefers to wear a selection of torn eco-warrior style jumpers teamed with stripey tights (covering twig thin legs) and fetching combat boots (winter) or sandals (summer).
He never trims his fingernails or toenails, which are long and ragged and yellow. The toenails click on the ground in summer.
The hair is long and straggly and yellow, with matching beard and moustache ensemble; mad, staring eyes complete the look of acid-voyager who took one trip too many back in the sixties.
Catweazle likes to frequent pubs. As mad bastards tend to. No one knows where he gets the money from, but he always keeps it in a plastic bread bag.Once in the pub and in possession of a pint of cider and black, he will put some music on the juke box and proceed to dance. Given that he is immensly thin and wears such loose and flappy jumpers, the sight is not unlike what I imagine watching a pterodactyl chick learning to fly might look like.
He enjoys attempting to steal barstools, and is responsible for the Peanut Bomb.
The Peanut Bomb involved Catweazle coming into the pub one day with a large plastic bag full of unshelled monkey nuts. He had a few drinks, danced around the back garden waving his t-shirt as normal, then went back inside the pub, grabs his bag o' nuts, lifts it above his head and SLAMS it against the edge of the bar. Bag explodes, nuts go everywhere, Catweazle takes off with surprising speed down the high street.
No one ever found out why.
Would apologise for length but am stoned as balls and thus could not care less.
Go me.
(Sun 2nd Nov 2008, 12:47, More)