• Your local nutter??
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I don't have pictures, but there was this homeless blind man on the intersection of some street where I used to live, he used to eat acorns and shit he found on the ground. When I was younger me and my mother bought him a sub sandwich, he was very thankful. I haven't seen him in a long time though, it's been years. Thinking about it now, I hope he's doing ok, he wasn't a bad guy.
I don't think there's really a local nutter here though there are a couple of estates that are shit holes that no one would really shed a tear if they burnt down or whatever.
We've got a local nutter who's called lipstickman, he always wears lipstick in a clown fashion and carries a shoppingbag full of booze with him wherever he goes.
We just have random drunk people here, no real nutters.. :saddowns:
Just remembered a guy that a friend told me about, I only saw him a couple of times but my friend has spoken to him apparently. According to my mate, people just call him the Running Man because that's what he does. He sleeps with a small group of homeless people overnight then spends most of the day running up and down Gloucester Road (a very long road with a load of crappy shops in Bristol). He wouldn't give away much information about himself, or what caused him to start running, he just said that if he didn't run he wouldn't know what to do, so he just keeps going. I have no idea how far he actually runs, where he gets the energy (ignoring the fact he's living on the streets) or if it was all just exaggerated by my friend. I've seen him a few times from a bus window, he looks like an incredibly skinny, scruffy jogger. I haven't seen him for a while, so either he's died of exhaustion or he's just stopped running. I always thought he was a living metaphor. You keep running, but you can never get away from your problems, until you face up to them or die.
there is a women where i live, her child died after being hit by a car, she walks mile around the area every day looking for her child. she walks in rain and snow, no weather is stopping her.
There's a guy that sits on the same circular bus route all day, arguing with himself about a birthday party. When i'm at university, there's a guy people call "scooter midget" who is literally about three feet tall and can be seen riding around suprisingly fast on a mini scooter.
[QUOTE=jesse1412;30280887]there is a women where i live, her child died after being hit by a car, she walks mile around the area every day looking for her child. she walks in rain and snow, no weather is stopping her.[/QUOTE] *Sheds one manly tear*
Location: Dunfermline, Scotland Disco Deek, never seen without his two litre bottle of coke. Also somewhat of a ladies man. [IMG]http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee444/kebab52/DiscoDeek.jpg[/IMG]
We have Horsehat Harry. He rides around on a mobility scooter with a horse-riding helmet on and his blast from the past 1960's jam jar glasses and shouts and children.
Guy who has crashed about 10 of his cars due to driving the opposite way on a one way road at high speeds. He's around 80 years of age and has yet to be caught by the police for doing such things. He's also deaf and takes his hearing aids out when driving his car.
[QUOTE=st0rmforce;30280859]Just remembered a guy that a friend told me about, I only saw him a couple of times but my friend has spoken to him apparently. According to my mate, people just call him the Running Man because that's what he does. He sleeps with a small group of homeless people overnight then spends most of the day running up and down Gloucester Road (a very long road with a load of crappy shops in Bristol). He wouldn't give away much information about himself, or what caused him to start running, he just said that if he didn't run he wouldn't know what to do, so he just keeps going. I have no idea how far he actually runs, where he gets the energy (ignoring the fact he's living on the streets) or if it was all just exaggerated by my friend. I've seen him a few times from a bus window, he looks like an incredibly skinny, scruffy jogger. I haven't seen him for a while, so either he's died of exhaustion or he's just stopped running. I always thought he was a living metaphor. You keep running, but you can never get away from your problems, until you face up to them or die.[/QUOTE] [IMG]http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.steve-haywood.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/forrest-gump-run.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.steve-haywood.com/do-the-hippy-hippy-run/1035/&usg=__XrNpiptWuTF_9NXl-TQCkhRVeTs=&h=182&w=435&sz=39&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=PSlM8YeuRqGx1M:&tbnh=87&tbnw=203&ei=ffXsTb_CCsi78gPVi4mQAQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3DForrest%2BGump%2BRunning%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1920%26bih%3D979%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=96&vpy=122&dur=896&hovh=145&hovw=347&tx=207&ty=114&page=1&ndsp=53&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&biw=1920&bih=979[/IMG]
Here in Bournemouth we have Gordon the tramp. [img]http://bournemouthnews.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/gordon-the-tramp.jpg[/img] He has no wristwatch, and if you ask him the time he can look at the sky and tell you the correct time. oh fffff he was already posted? wow I thought I was the only bournemouth FPer my town is so mainstream brb moving to somewhere in uganda [sp]Apparently he owns a mansion somewhere and the tramp thing is just his image[/sp]
No pictures or videos but there's quite a few near me (South Edinburgh). There's one lady with a very sad looking dog, she's about 70, very tall and skinny, there's no local name for her or anything since her public appearances are rare. Whether she's in the street or on the bus, she rants. Constantly rants. One day I had a pleasure of sitting down beside her on a crowded bus. She wasn't in a particularly good mood. During her ranting she would occasionally be quiet, turn around and stare at me. Then another old lady got on the bus and sat beside her, clearly unaware what she was getting herself in to. Being friendly she said "Nice day, isn't it?". Some quotes from the ensuing rant: "No, no it's a bad day." "They made me go to the doctors and he told me I had Paper Bag Syndrome. He tried to give me an injection I told him no YOU have paper bag syndrome and you need the bloody injection fucking doctors." "What the fuck is the government doing, bloody Gordon Brown what is he doing? Making me go to doctors." "Yes. I'm here. And if you don't like it you'll just have to DEAL WITH IT" "Gordon Brown is the problem, that's who! And if you can't face that when you wake up in the morning then you'll [mumbles]" Note that this took place in 2010, Gordon Brown wasn't the Prime Minister. There was another old lady who lived across the road from my granny in a massive house by herself. She had a huge grey Emmet-Brown-alike wig which she would always adjust (Practically taking off in the process) . Sometimes she would stop you in the street and just start quietly rambling, occasionally throwing in an insult. There was a man who was walking normally down the street in front of me and my friend in the mid-afternoon. Suddenly he stopped and started shouting at an upstairs window across the street with a bird cage in it to "TURN OUT THAT LIGHT!" repeatedly like an air raid warden in the second world war. Thing is, he was only about 40. Until a year or two ago there was a man who would write passages from the bible or just random things about heaven and hell in chalk all over the walls of the supermarket. When they painted the wall white, he went across the street and did it on the shop there. Never saw him do it, but it was always there. The rest of them are mostly silent or very occasional, but at certain times of the month there's a psychiatric ward nearby and there's always a ton of them - maybe they give them their medication or whatever. Mostly drunks. At least one elderly bad transvestite. Oh man I just googled Paper Bag Syndrome. :v:
Vancouver has the Downtown East Side. Kits however has Hippy Chris. He takes care of the "Free Pile" at the corner of 4th and Macdonald.
We had this chick called Crazy Jane who would ride one of those tricycles everywhere, on the highway, it didn't matter. She just rode it everywhere. Anyway the story was that she threw a cat in a microwave and killed it or some shit. She's dead now though.
we have this guy who plays guitar near beer stores for money.
[QUOTE=kebab52;30280992]Location: Dunfermline, Scotland Disco Deek, never seen without his two litre bottle of coke. Also somewhat of a ladies man. [IMG]http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee444/kebab52/DiscoDeek.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] Everyone in Dunfermline is a nutter.
There was a guy wich roamed around in my street mumbling random things and asking people stuff like: "Do you have strawberry cream at your house?" And if you answered yes he was all like: "No, you don't"
There used to be a homeless guy that went insane from LSD abuse that walked around my town thinking he was a glass of Orange Juice. He was constantly afraid that he'd spill. Seriously.
[img]http://www.weatherpaparazzi.com/sites/default/files/blog/DSC_9521_superman.jpg[/img] he dresses up like superman, apparently he used to be normal
[b]Kipper Jackson[/b] [IMG]http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50272_268555841771_2060296_n.jpg[/IMG] He walks around the town centre (particularly the market) with a karaoke machine he keeps in a pram, singing Blue Spanish Eyes and other assorted hits. He also sometimes walks around handing out fake roses the women he meets. Entertaining guy. Two years ago he got sent to prison for throwing a cream bun at a policeman, then was released, and then breached parole because someone asked him what he did, and he showed them by doing the same to them. He's barred from all the pubs, I think. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTkOx683LNc[/media] There's a song that details his story on youtube [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsjCr4ZneEs[/media] Wonderful man.
Mrs. Jarvis/The Braehead Witch Crazy old woman who walks in the middle of the road, asks kids for cigarette money, and sits next to strangers in restaurants before leaving without paying. No picture available.
[img]http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/203584_126092364132664_5541019_n.jpg[/img] Jimmy "The Metro Tramp". He's completely nuts; he doesn't accept change if you give it to him, but he scurries away with food as soon as you hand it over.
There's one where I live (Balloch, Loch Lomand) called Donny May, there's too many stories about him. [img]http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36656_128549410518576_109920642381453_146621_3393724_n.jpg[/img] He sings by request, some unknown gibberish, although he somehow keeps to a nice melody and in tune. He's came into my work a few times, just to turn the lights off, then tell me he's in the FBI, before writing the letters down on anything he can find. I once saw him walking along the motorway backwards, and then half an hour later he reached where I had headed, still walking backwards all the way up a grass hill. For a year you would see him with a plastic cup around his wrist, a hanky hanging from the top of his head, and one and a half shoes. He does get a bit of abuse from younger generations, although he is incredibly funny at scaring off tourists. And one time, when me and my friend were heading home from a gig, my friend lost his t-shirt he bought, 2 weeks later, Donny was seen wearing it everywhere. He also enjoys talking to bins, lamposts, and his all time favourite, cash machines. He once told me the Aliens were coming and that the UFO's would take the FBI first. Video of him walking up said hill (Not the same day, but it seems to be a regular event) [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhWQYZ7leKo&feature=related[/url]
The guy who picks up cigarette butts and smokes them, and the occasional gum. Don't try and talk to him or he'll follow you home slurring something incoherent.
Being from a small town in North central IL, we got a fair share of senile old people. None of them have names, but they all do some.. unique things. One old guy will be seen every saturday around noon (time the senior home lets "able" seniors go out and get some fresh air) pressing the crosswalk button at the busiest intersection in town. He'll be standing there, laughing... sometimes he'll get so bored of waiting for that light to change and people to get angry, he would run into the middle of the road and start dancing. I never understood why he didn't always do that, far more effective than pressing a crosswalk signal a million times.
We don't really have any total nutters, but there's this one homeless guy with an awesome (AWESOME) singing voice. And another that plays :sax:.
[img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7JbROyS3hQ/Rnp3fnEsfFI/AAAAAAAAABE/hj_7yRP7q6I/s400/2006-10-06_014454_bearded_lady_of_guildford.jpg[/img] The bearded lady of guildford. Spends her days sitting in Marks and Spencers and getting the bus
[QUOTE=Baldr 2.0;30281036]We don't have a nutter. We have a entire district filled with them.[/QUOTE] lol same here where u live? Hilversum over here, weve got henkie, but also 2 crackheads who always are 2gether lol.
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