• Your local nutter??
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In my town (northern England) there's a fellow everybody calls the mad cleaner - he walks around the town's main street dropping litter everywhere, coming back five minutes later to pick it all up, jibbering away to himself the entire time - rinse and repeat. I think he might have been institutionalised in the past but I don't know for sure
There's a guy who sells the Big Issue on Queen Rd. in Bristol, and he's not the usual mumbling grumbling Big Issue seller. I think he's Jamaican, and he spends the whole time singing and brofisting people who walk past him. Pretty awesome.
There's a guy on Hollywood Blvd who wears a Spongebob Squarepants costume on his torso, with a Woody Woodpecker hat. This man holds a tip jar and is parked in his wheel chair somewhere on the road. I once saw him having a full fledged conversation with a lamp post, hand gestures, facial expressions and everything. You find these guys practically everywhere in LA, but this guy really stood out.
[QUOTE=Ninja Gnome;30280267]There's a cult that lives quite near to me that believes that Mount Rainier is full of lizard people[/QUOTE] That sounds fucking cool, FUND AN EXPEDITION SO THEY MAY SEARCH FOR LIZARD PEOPLE. if they find any, claim royaltys and enslave them, if not, seal the mountain and demand payment for exit. You'll make back the money one way or another.
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A local man wins the lottery and buys a fuck ton of acid, drops it until his mind snaps, and is now performing electric guitar + mumbling shows in supermarket parking lots. He wears a skin tight costume with a cape and ties his nose back with string.
This isn't good at all and was tempted to make my own thread on it alone because I have no idea what to do. Basically I live in a small apartment and I own two cats and a dog. Across from me is another family with cats- upstairs more cats. This apartment loves cats apparently. There's a woman downstairs that is legit insane. She is a actual crazy person. She lives in a total pigpen and frequently hides from her windows so she doesn't have to talk to anyone or let anyone know she's home. If you knock on her door she actually straight up hides. Awhile back though we all noticed she had bought herself a cat. It was black and white and really cute. It also often hung out in the window as cats tend to do. One day the cat was outside and... I'm not sure how it happened so I brought it into the hallway (it just followed me inside and rubbed against my legs, it was super friendly) and knocked on her door to let her know her cat got out. No answer. I couldn't bring it into my own apartment because it would just piss my own cats off so I shut it into our laundry room and left some food for it. Throughout the day I'd check on it and I noticed it was missing it's collar (I found it near a trashcan later on) and I set the collar on the crazy ladies doorknob and wrote a sign saying "Your cat is in the laundry room please get it asap." She never once got the cat, I just figured she was out for the weekend and I'd take care of it because really I didn't mind- hell some of the other neighbors set out spare cat beds and we all pitched in to keep it safe and happy. The cat itself was great- it nuzzled anyone who approached it and completely trusted strangers to hang out with it. The next day would come (and I had to pull it inside again, it apparently kept getting out somehow) and my neighbor across the hallway knocked on my door with this glum look on her face. "She's been home the entire time." She told me. "What?" "The woman that owns the cat? We were kind of afraid she might be dead or have something happen to her so we peeked into her window and saw her creeping around trying to hide. She answered her door only because we saw her." She explained. "We got her to take the cat inside but she said she was going to have it put down because it's a "savage animal that's gone feral." I had no idea what the fuck to do because it's not like I could break into her apartment and rip the cat away and my family said that the police force wouldn't do anything- so that night I was walking my dog and I caught her trying to throw the cat outside again. Luckily another neighbor of mine caught wind of all this and was able to call someone to take the cat away to a shelter before anything could happen as a result. We then called the super who owns the apartment and the woman got chewed the hell out for being a monster. A couple weeks later guess who has a new cat. Cut to today I'm using Pokemon GO as a excuse to get out and run more as I was told my legs are pretty awful by my doctor. (Defect in the family.) On my way back inside I hear the cat freaking the hell out like it was in danger. Just howling wildly trying to get attention. I knock on the door to see if everythings okay and you guessed it- no answer. Just the cat howling. I called the office and told them about it and they said they'd look into it and it was all I could do at the moment. Around 8PM there's a knock at my door and it's my neighbors across the hall holding a scared looking orange and brown year old cat. "Guess who's at it again." The woman swiped the cat and stormed downstairs shortly after and we agreed to call the owner in the morning. It as of typing is 12:44 and I had to step outside to grab something I forgot in the car and I saw that same cat getting terrorized by Raccoons without it's collar on and was able to pull the cat back into the apartment hallway. Woman won't answer her door and I'm now sitting in the hallway pissed out of my mind because of all this. How's that for a fucking psychopath.
[QUOTE=Belgian Punk;30280816]We just have random drunk people here, no real nutters.. :saddowns:[/QUOTE] I beg to differ, Antwerp has a guy who tirelessly distributes pamphlets that state that the moon landing was fake, contraception gives women dry vaginas, chemtrails, ... you name it. He even has [URL="https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Peeters"]a Wiki page[/URL] and [URL="http://markpeeters.skynetblogs.be/"]blog[/URL]. He frequently visits college campuses as well :v: [IMG]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c9/MarkPeeters.jpg[/IMG]
[QUOTE=Number-41;50695969]I beg to differ, Antwerp has a guy who tirelessly distributes pamphlets that state that the moon landing was fake, contraception gives women dry vaginas, chemtrails, ... you name it. He even has [URL="https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Peeters"]a Wiki page[/URL] and [URL="http://markpeeters.skynetblogs.be/"]blog[/URL]. He frequently visits college campuses as well :v: [IMG]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c9/MarkPeeters.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] [b]We must go deeper...[/b] [QUOTE=Number-41;30280483]Marc Peeters: [img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c9/MarkPeeters.jpg/220px-MarkPeeters.jpg[/img] tons of conspiracy theories (based on wordgames like Apollo 11- 9/11 THEY ARE LINKED HOLY SHIT), he usually dwells around on our campus, discussing with physicists during lunch. He also had a debate with our professor in physics and he got owned really bad in front of 200 people claims nobody ever went faster than 2000 km/h, the moon landing and satellites are fake, tons of other stuff... Bonus: [url=http://markpeeters.skynetblogs.be/]his blog[/url] He calls himself "The New Copernicus"[/QUOTE] This guy is our local weirdo: [url]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akinwale_Arobieke[/url] At Manchester Uni we also had this woman who would get on buses and yell at students about the NWO and how they were freemasons and taking over the world. I haven't seen her in two years now (and no one else has) so the consensus is her son finally managed to have her sectioned. Less nutty and more cool is 'rastaguy', some guy who cycles down Oxford Road playing rasta music out of speakers precariously attached to his bike.
The county I live in has a tremendous meth problem, a good 10% of the whole population here could be considered our local nutters.
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRTA4rJjeig[/media] He had some slight mental problems in his youth, which were exacerbated by, apparently, the tragedy of losing his family in an accident
What the fuuuuck. Was talking to my neighbor about the crazy lady I posted above and was told "Dude have you ever looked into her window? It's the scariest shit." I never thought to because that's weird and invasive but it's totally possible- Her apartment windows are all along the ground floor and thanks to the cats the blinds are busted to hell and back and you can see in just by glancing in that general direction. I went for a jog and on the way home I just glanced over to one of the window because it was on my mind and I saw her in a dimly lit bedroom halfway under the sheets of her bed (I assume) fully dressed. Her hair was a absolute mess and there were no lights on. the thing is her eyes were wide open and I could kind of make out her eyes darting around the room wildly. Her arms were stiff as boards and she was clutching the hell out of her sheets. She legit looked possessed and she had all sorts of porcelain china dolls all over the floor along with some stuffed Ragedy Ann looking dolls as well. I swear I only caught a glance and kept moving the entire time but that was enough to make me genuinely afraid of whatever the hell is going on in that apartment block. Like if you told me she was setting up to film a horror movie in there or something I'd believe it.
The town a few miles from me has cultivated years of inter-breeding into producing the craziest amount of nutters I've ever seen, including: - Bearded Ivy. as the name states, she is a woman with a beard. she once took a piss in an alley in broad daylight. - Big John. has a wardrobe of shirts that cut off just above his gut, spends his days walking up and down the high street talking to himself. - Diddy Wayne. a sort of reverse Big John, he is a midget that spends his days coughing at 100db+ on the bus and just generally being a paedophile - Monkey Dust Mike. gets his kicks from legal highs, he's an elusive target that has only been spotted on occasion when a new legal high takes to the streets. and many more.
There are two guys in my small town who collect bottles for a living. - The first one I don't know much about, he's quiet and just collects bottles - The second one has been doing this for decades. He always says hi and sometimes strikes up a small conversation, and then he just goes. As far as I know he just walks around town every day looking for bottles. Apparently him and the other guy have a sort of territorial system worked out, I don't know the specifics. Apparently he's rich. Supposedly he owns quite a bit of real-estate and also has a house filled with around 40,000 bottles for safekeeping. Interesting guy. Always wears the same clothes too.
We have a guy walking around the city who raps for change and then proceeds to buy speed. He does have some decent beats tho
[QUOTE=chaoss1986;30279799]Do you have one?If so what do they do. I made this because of finding the terrible news that one of ours has died. R.I.P Phonebox Phil [img]http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object2/818/77/n237069193378_531.jpg[/img] He used to stand in the high street all day making farting noises and do a chicken dance for 20p. he was called Phonebox Phil because most weekends he would be found at kicking out time searching phoneboxes for change..how he must have hated the rise of the mobile. Being from a small inbred city we got more than our fair share of them. There was Disco Jeff who fully believed he was driving a truck everywhere and could always be seen running up a roads changing gear and checking his mirrors We also have Handsignal Harry who shouts at traffic and chases schoolchilren on his chicken chaser... Now you..[/QUOTE] Handsignal Harry and Disco Jeff... Did you use to live in Somerset? : Edit: Looked a few posts down, Bridgwater is scummy man! Handsignal harry fucking hates being called Harry though fat fuck. Puss Puss the pedophile is another and Nige Walford always tripping balls o
I found out about three nutters in my hometown fairly recently: The main guy is known as Pop Can Dan, since he rides his bike around town getting pop cans and bottles and essentially living off of what he makes in returns, despite spending the bulk of it on booze. He used to smoke cigarette butts from the ashtray outside of the grocery store I worked at until the managers yelled at him to stop. The second guy was known as Dirty Joe, so named because he was first seen wearing a pair of soiled bicycle shorts and a red thong. He was a cross dressing heroin addict who came into the store, constantly muttering under his breath. I only saw him a handful of times but he was creepy as hell. The last person, who I can't really call a nutter since she wasn't really crazy or anything, but she was known around town since she walked everywhere, despite being well into her ninetes and using a walker. She passed away recently too, which is a shame since she was petty nice. [editline]15th July 2016[/editline] Oh yeah, and the one guy I posted about years ago, Slippery Bob died a while back as well. It was later found out he possessed child pornography. Go figure
There is this old guy here who has been walking around touching and talking to poles for over 10 years. It can be anything from trees to light posts or even the small ones on the bus. He also has a table clock in his pocket that he takes out and talks to on the bus sometimes. I've heard that he became like this after his wife died and he lost all his friends. He's quite docile and doesn't give anyone problems but he has a nasty habit of just dropping his pants and taking a piss anywhere. And then there is this other guy who's a bit more scary. He walks around and asks for money but if you offer him change he will be insulted and ask you to put it away. I think he is homeless but I'm not sure. He has a really weird lazy eye and can sometimes be seen carrying around random items, I specifically remember him walking around with a candle stick. He has a weird stumbling walk that takes up lots of sidewalk space and he is pretty tall so many people avoid him which can make him angry cause he thinks it's because he's black. I've seen him throw some tantrums but never hurt anyone.
Don't have many nutters around anymore, most are gone or dead, but seeing this thread I immediatly thought of one of stories of my dad of the local nutters, there used to be several here. It's about a guy who was just batshit insane. He'd go around town, mostly on bike, at any time of the day and start screaming. Doesn't sound too crazy right? Well, he'd do this even in winter, naked, completely covered in eel fat. Often with dead eels hanging around his neck.
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