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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Headbanger TrevWhen i was eight we had a kid in our class called Trevor, who it turned out, had "special needs". When he wasn't calling the teacher all kinds of unpleasant things that most of us other eight year olds hadn't even heard of, or making weird noises, he would neatly fold his arms on his desk and then proceed to bang his head on them for hours at a time. At the end of that school year, our teacher decided to give up teaching and went off to have a nervous breakdown somewhere. Trevor started the next school year with a series of pen-knife-point muggings for other kids dinner money (including my little brothers), and was swiftly relocated to the special school up the road. I wonder which high-security prison he's in now?
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 21:53, Reply)
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