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 You should follow me http://twitter.com/robmanuel, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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A rather sentimental, yet disturbing one:
Between the ages of about 10 and 18, I went to school in North Hobart. There was an overpass connecting the high school and the junior school. When I started, there was already a legend about this man, who they called 'the overpass flasher'(apparently he'd flashed at a couple of girls a few years back).
He always has the exact same outfit - a ridiculous tan for the climate, no shirt, a pair of blue traksuit pants and a shopping bag. I'm now 25 and living in Brisbane, and at about 5:20 EST, on my way home from work, I see him walking down the same stretch of road every day. I'm still quite scared of him.
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gronkpan , a friend, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 9:22,
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