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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Cambridge - Mill RoadI think this is a breeding ground for nutters. I used to live on this road until I recently finished uni.
Where to start...
There's this guy who is awfully eccentric. He'd merrily walk, correction - skip wherever he went having full on conversations with whoever was in his mind that day. Though he was clearly mad, he possed some amazing dexterity. He would often twirl on the spot as he happily trotted down this road, and on one occasion, at the climax of his twirl, his sandle flew off his foot. But within two steps he had skillfully scooped this sandle into the air with his barefoot and then with amazing precision, slipped his foot back in whilst in motion. All this in one swift move. I wanted to applaud him.
I would also often catch him walking through my uni holding onto a leather document holder. I often wondered if he taught there, it wouldn't in the least bit surprise me.
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If you've ever been to Cambridge, you'll understand when I say the place is FULL of tramps. There used to be this guy who had lost a leg... probably fighting over some bread with the pidgeons. He managed to get a synthetic leg and a walking stick to aid him. From that moment on, he would use these implements to aid him in getting more money. By getting the sympathy vote? Oh no, he would start limping at you whilst banging his leg with his walking stick making this terrible racket, as he did this he would unleash this god awful war-cry in a bid to intimidate the money out of you.
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An old man used to sit on the low walls in front of the houses on Tenison Road (just off Mill Road). He was very smartly dressed and looked rather trim. All he would do all day is sit on said walls drinking some special brew and every so often burst into hysterical laughter for about 30 seconds, and then as suddenly as it started, he would stop, and continue to drink his beer.
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There are many more, and I shall post them when I have a little more time. Duty beckons.
(, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 13:14, Reply)
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