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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ClarkeOn the bridge near the Excel centre on the Docklands....
went out for a sit on the bridge, slightly pissed, and to look at the view. soon a rambling old drunk type man comes up to us, we try to avoid eye contact, as you do, and he mumbles at us.
goodness knows what he said, but we stared at him for a while and he continued to mumble.
believe his name is Clarke, and it appears he lives on that bridge. which is pretty swanky, with two elevators, and has a wonderful view of the Thames dam and Canary Wharf.
We tried to get him to leave asap, and when he finally got the hint he put up his clenched fist, "right on brother" stylee, which my friend met with his. gently.
crunch.
clarke smiled, and left, but i think we broke his frail, calcium deficient knuckles :|
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 11:40, Reply)
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