Local NuttersEverywhere 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.
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rob, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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OxfordThe city of the dreaming spires is blessed with an unusually tallented bunch, who have formed a band.
The duo can generally be found sat in Cornmarket, complete with guitar and harmonica, singing and playing something by Bob Dylan (and quite often they're all playing the same tune...) I have seen them venture as far north as Broad Street, where they played as a Trio with a man and his triangle.
My boyfriend swears blind that he's heard them yelling to the skies one sunny afternoon that they 'Hate Those English Bastards!"
There's also the woman who I see quite often in the Magdalen Bridge area wearing a headscarf, an anorak, a expression of abject terror and a pair of fluffy blue slippers.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 13:43, Reply)
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