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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The old man with no name
There's an old man in Loughborough with no name, who has tourettes. He cheerfully wanders through town shouthing: "Hello, pissshitwanker". Such a lovely chap, my mum bought him a coffee once.
And the xylophone man.... oh how I loved him. I gave him many a pound coin whilst out in Nottingham.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:36, Reply)
There's an old man in Loughborough with no name, who has tourettes. He cheerfully wanders through town shouthing: "Hello, pissshitwanker". Such a lovely chap, my mum bought him a coffee once.
And the xylophone man.... oh how I loved him. I gave him many a pound coin whilst out in Nottingham.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 15:36, Reply)
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