Local Nutters
Everywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
Everywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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When I was growing up...
I lived not far from a mental home thingy.
Apart from one guy called Mad Alan who we were scared shitless of, cos he was a vicious little bugger, there was also another one, who used to march everywhere.
He walked with his arms straight, hands open stretched, and just walked/marched everywhere all day.
One day he was walking towards me so I said "Do you want a crisp?"
The reply? "Fuck off I'm walking". To an 8 year old too. I was heartbroken.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:26, Reply)
I lived not far from a mental home thingy.
Apart from one guy called Mad Alan who we were scared shitless of, cos he was a vicious little bugger, there was also another one, who used to march everywhere.
He walked with his arms straight, hands open stretched, and just walked/marched everywhere all day.
One day he was walking towards me so I said "Do you want a crisp?"
The reply? "Fuck off I'm walking". To an 8 year old too. I was heartbroken.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 12:26, Reply)
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