We have one in Rochdale called "Olds", hes this random guy whos like 90 and he goes out on the piss EVERYNIGHT, and he raves away in the clubs and bars, dancing with all the ladies.
The man is a real lady slayer.
There's this one asian lady who comes into my work. She will randomly start yelling things, not anything rude, just unconnected english.
One lady was buying her things in 2 seperate transactions and as she walked away, the lady started yelling, "you take her things. you no pay. You pay. no steal."
The lady who was buying things just went, "Your crazy, i paid for this. old bag."
I didn't know what to do. One of my managers served her as she was almost in hysterics yelling. She does this often apparently.
Leslie
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He can talk to you and have a normal conversation, but he drinks all the time and that's what'll make him wear the cocoanut bra, and thong.
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There's this midget asian guy who I've seen a few times in the town centre dressed in women's clothing.
One of the best things about Britain is shit like this
I'm up here in Northern Illinois, and there was this homeless guy whom everyone called "Dopey Dave" who used to hang out with my dad and my uncles a lot. He used to drink a lot of alcohol and he lived in a park. Sometimes he stayed the night at my dad's house and he'd build blocks with me. He always wore the same clothes and hat.
I guess he's not much of a nutter, but he was still really cool. He showed up at my cousin's wedding reception a few years ago in the same clothes (as far as I can remember) with a ton of liquor.
In my town we have this crazy woman who is always seen walking around in random places
She steps in front of cars sometimes and nearly got me killed once or twice
First time I met her I was walking to work and I guess she was going that way too, so eventually I caught up to her. Then she started screaming at traffic, so that's my cue to get as far the fuck away as possible. So I picked up my pace considerably and passed her.
Then she ran up and started asking me weird shit like "excuse me?guy? What color are your eyes?"
I wouldn't say he was a nutter. But there was this Homeless guy that lived around our local Shopping center. He was actually pretty awesome. He was infact. Offered a house, and he Declined it. He is always offered things, and then refusing them, He is a nice guy to talk to. But sadly. He died a couple of Months ago. (People that live in/Near Eastbourne Might of heard of him...
[url]http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=16964106123[/url] - Someone made a Facebook group for him too....
My local one is trixie, I've called her skitz for the longest time but I've found out her name is trixie.
She's old as fuck, or at least she looks like it, and dresses like a hooker. She carries a suitcase everywhere, i suppose she lives on the streets, and she'll randomly call people bitches when they walk by. She apparently followed my friend around downtown calling her a bitch and a skank one day because she didn't give trixie any change. I don't know if I believe that or not though.
we also HAD Hobo Bill. He wasn't a nutter, just a genuinely nice hobo.
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Spare a quarter for a coffee, Buddy?" says the grey-haired man with the Santa Claus beard.
"Haven't got any change," says the first passer-by.
"How are ya today, Skipper?" says the second, placing a loonie in the man's pudgy hand.
"Not bad, not bad," says the man with the beard. "Thank you," he adds, waving happily good-bye.
Recognize these lines? Recognize this man? For most people living or working in downtown St. John's, his picture needs no explanation.
His name is Bill Cherniwchan, but people know him here as Hobo Bill, the friendly old man who lives on the street, carting his belongings along in a bag on his shoulder. Well, not anymore. Technically, Hobo Bill is no longer living "on the street."
He still spends an hour or two down on George Street every day, but now his takings are only supplementary income, used to pay for his daily Telegram and Globe. After a heart attack in 1991, and a gallbladder operation a year ago, social services has finally taken him out of the cold and given him his own apartment just minutes from downtown.
"The hospital doesn't want me to go back on the street so they arranged for my welfare," he said. "They were worried about me." Now having a fixed address and a warm bed to sleep in, he feels there is "a great change in lifestyle."
But that doesn't alter his image in people's minds. In the six years that Mr. Cherniwchan has been in Newfoundland, he has become almost a celebrity.
What makes this man such an intriguing subject? When I interviewed Albert Pope over coffee at his Water Street restaurant, Subconscious, he said Hobo Bill was not like any of the other street people that come into his shop. "He's a character," he said. Yes, indeed.
In Mr. Cherniwchan's 62 years, his life has taken many turns. He was born in Alberta and as a teen he worked with a pick and shovel for the Canadian National Railway, his father's place of work for 36 years. After eight months, though, Mr. Cherniwchan returned to school to complete his Grade 11, the highest level of education he ever obtained. At 18, he joined the army.
After a year studying radar and maps, he became a bombardier instructor in the army. In 1953, after three years in the forces, he took on married life. But in 1957 everything changed for him. His army days ended and his dissatisfaction with the Canadian government began. He believes he was kicked out of the army because of his political views, in particular, his inclination towards communism.
In the eight or nine months that followed, he continued to work for the army but at the civilian level, as a gunsmith. Then for a few months he even tried his own gunsmithing business, but he "didn't make any money out of it," he said, politely asking me if I minded him smoking.
For a long time after, he worked various labour jobs in Alberta, but none of them lasted very long and he began to question why. He labelled himself a communist and believed he was being penalized for voicing his opinion. So he decided to "get the heck out." In 1971, he became a hobo, leaving Edmonton, and his wife and only daughter, behind.
From hitching car rides to freight trains, Mr. Cherniwchan made his way through the provinces until he finally decided he wanted "to leave the country for good."
The Ukraine, his parents' birthplace, was the only feasible answer for him, and it still is. But getting there is another story. For 20 years he has been trying to obtain a visa from the Ukrainian government, but so far with no success.
"They checked me out," he said, removing the tobacco from his cigarette butt for recycling, "and I'm a fine fellow as far as they're concerned."
So why the interminable wait?
He assumes his file has just been sitting on hold. After all, he's just "a hobo from Canada" wanting to go back there, right? But he's not too worried and he accepts the fact that they have other more important matters to deal with. "It's coming," he said.
Wanting to go to the Ukraine is what brought him to Halifax and then to St. John's in 1989, after spending the previous 10 years in Montreal. He left Montreal when his 4' x 7' wooden shack, located inside the security fence of the waterfront, collapsed on him in a windstorm. Coming to the east coast, he hoped to catch a ride to the Ukraine on a Soviet vessel when it visited the port.
In St. John's he found that the people are "friendlier than most." Perhaps that's partly why he's still here. And now that he is finally receiving welfare, things aren't looking too bad for him.
When his mother died in 1987, he was supposed to acquire a sum of $10,000, which, for one reason or another, he hasn't received. He said if he did ever get the money, he would probably give some to the Salvation Army, the Grace Hospital and maybe even welfare. But "this is not charity," he said, "this is reciprocity: You help me, I'll help you."
That's just one example of Mr. Cherniwchan's sense of respect towards others. But during my talk with him I saw many others. When I offered to buy him a second coffee when his first became cold, he wouldn't let me, telling me to "save my money." And afterwards, when I sat with him awhile on George Street, I learned another interesting fact: he doesn't bum from women.
When one young lady, who thought he was speaking to her, began looking for a quarter, he quickly shook his head, refusing. When she finally found one, though, he reluctantly accepted it, saying with a chuckle, "Okay, but I'm not bumming off ya."
Surprisingly, Mr. Cherniwchan appears content about the lifestyle he has chosen. "I decided to travel and I did," he said. He doesn't trouble himself with regrets about the way his life could have been or choices he could have made. And although he does not socialize, or even drink, he says he is not lonely.
"This is a temporary phase of a man's life...it's like being in the trenches...you know you're not going to be there forever...so you might as well make the best of what you've got right now,' he explained.
He keeps himself busy reading magazines like Scientific American, listening to classical music on VOWR or the Metropolitan Opera on CBC, and delving into his own mathematical and astronomical "projects," like his theories on weather forecasting and his design of a three-scope telescope he calls Troika.
He is a man of many ideas, that's for sure. One of his ideas earned him an honourable mention and $50 in Montreal. It was a contest given by the former Central Mortgage and Housing Corporation; his entry was a renovation plan for the old port. But endless ideas are only one facet of this man's charm; he is also a man of many opinions, which he freely shares.
Finance Minister Paul Martin's budget is one topic about which Mr. Cherniwchan fumes.
"Martin has really screwed up," he said. "That budget is a Mulroney budget, not a Chrétien budget, and if Chrétien starts thinking like Mulroney, he'll suffer the same fate as Mulroney did the last election."
The biggest tragedy of this budget, he believes, is the termination of 45,000 public service jobs. Besides being "a traumatic experience" for long-term employees, Mr. Cherniwchan said it implies something about stability in our government and country.
"When a civil service person doesn't figure he's got any future, then nobody has a future."
According to him "nothing's permanent anymore," and that applies especially to his new living conditions. Although he is presently enjoying a roof over his head, fresh tobacco in his pocket and a dinner from Meals on Wheels every day, he is not sure how long this luxury will last. "Who knows where I'll be in six months from now?...Will they ever cut me off?"
Hopefully not, Bill.
For now, he says he is enjoying his stay in St. John's and he expects that for the time he is here, he will be all right. But he knows one thing for sure. If he ever does make it to the Ukraine, he'll "never forget Newfoundland."
Editor's update: Hobo Bill never made it to the Ukraine. He remained a fixture in downtown St. John's until his death in 2006 at the age of 74.
My TOWN is full of nutters. (Well, if you count chavs as nutters).
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Alan "Bear" Smith
This guy is a LEGEND in Bristol. if you've been on a night out, some random guy comes up to you and asks you to give him two words, which he will freestyle into a poem and then you pay him what you think it's worth. poor guys (suposedly) lost his wife and also served in the army. Ended up sleeping rough and reciting poetry.
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I can proudly say I have given this man a lot of money over the last few years - as well as some left over food (fast food after being out).
in the winter of 09/10 he was kicked to death by a group of chavs. an ENTIRE community banded together, arranged a funeral for him, and gave him a big send off. he was a local legend and died in a horrible way.
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RIP Alan [b]"Bear"[/b] Smith
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What the fuck?!
Oh, and there's also a woman who wanders around Symphony Hall and the Prudential Center in Boston with a handheld mirror at arm's length. She constantly watches the mirror for people (or "monsters") behind her.
I live in a place called Caterham which used to have a mental institute there. As well as loads of :downs: there are a few nutters such as;
The no man who listens to songs on his iPod and goes "no" to the tune of the track
Another who you don't see much wears only winter clothes in summer and summer clothes in winter he also goes outside tescos and cuts the card from the cardboard recycling into circles and puts them back.
And another guy who ive never seen but he runs in stores claiming to have killed people, like his wife.
The Norwich Puppet Man
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Also, when I'm at uni, The Wolverhampton Cowboy - a guy who used to do bad things but now he is a nutty christian cunt who talks to people in the street and shouts about his mythical beliefs.
I have two. I don't know either of their names. The first is a man who reenacts the crucifixion of Jesus by carting around a giant cross everywhere and dressing like Jesus. Then he sits in a random busy intersection for hours holding signs. That guy kind of scares me. The other is this violinist downtown who never has the right number of strings and isn't very good at all, but from what I've seen he's nice.
Theres one guy in my town that basically stares you down if he thinks you're driving too fast (he thinks hes all "I RUN THIS SHIT.jpg"), but he doesnt do shit because hes just a scraggly old man with a nappy stained beard.
We have a dude that is always drunk and homeless and keeps singing yodel every time he approaches the tram stop.
There's "Mr. Beautiful"' that often comes into the cafe I work at on weekends. He wears short bright pink shorts, long socks and sandals and usually is hauling a collection of bizarre crap with him that he'll carefully and painstakingly arrange at his table. This varies from a small family of grubby Furbies to piles of Ordinance Survey maps, all carefully lined up and spaced. If you talk to him, everything is "wonderful" or "magical" or, most predictably, "beautiful."
We call him the Jacksonville Ninja, or Radio. He's always there doing his karate shit. People always honk at him though.
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Location: St.Petersburg, Florida.
I never learned her name but she would walk around babbling incoherently banging her sandals together walking barefoot up and down this alley. All of the neighbors hated her. For 15 or so years I remember her doing her same routine for ever every single day but in the last year she hasn't been around.
We have a several here in London,
We've got one who thinks he is the [i]real[/i] Ozzy Osbourne, you can even ask him for autographs and he'll give you one.
One is who is obsessed with "twills" and often dance and sing in exchange.
Another who suffers from schizophrenia who likes to write on the windows at McDonalds..
An extreme racist (Who hates black people) and walks round shouting "Show us some respect you c*unts, this is our land"
All are homeless, apart from "Ozzy Osbourne".
There was a homeless guy that passed away almost a year ago, he was called Dreadlock Bob
He was white, but had dreadlocks like Bob Marley. I don't know any shenanigans he got into but he had some pretty badass dreadlocks. I saw him outside of a Wendy's once.
We have 3 near us.
One 40 something year old who walks up and down past the shops in his dressing gown and slippers all day. The only thing he can/will say is "God save the queen" , regardless of what you say to him.
The other is an incredibly nervous 60 year old who will turn and walk the opposite direction if anyone is walking towards him on the same side of the road. Despite this, he sometimes manages to get miles away from the nursing home he stays at, even though this must distress him greatly.
Finally, an old woman who thinks she has spiders in her hair and will tell anyone who passes by her.
Haha we have lots of them here
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[QUOTE=TH89;30289024]Haha we have lots of them here
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"Fishy Friend" guy at carnival.
Here every single year at carnival.
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