The Local Nutters of Great Britain - Every estate and highstreet seems to have at least one

Miss Walsh

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I looked around for a thread like this but couldn't find one.

It seems to be quite unusual, from speaking to people internationally, to have the sort of localised total nutters that seems to be all over Britain. Seems like in other countries these people end up dead, stuck in a mental home, or in prison usually.

I'm not sure if many count as lolcows, but they are definitely capable of providing a short stream of lols for any new person exploring the area.

A few examples from where I've lived in my life.

Traffic Light Anne:
Relatively normal woman as she travelled. Had her hair done up right, nice clothes, walking as though she had a purpose. Trouble was she apparently didn't like traffic lights because she often stalled in her day and would spend 1-2 hours at the traffic lights at the bottom of the road screaming, flailing and thrashing her arms against the ground. She was also known to kick busses, and to attempt to headbutt black people.

Russian Pyjama Monster:
This man didn't do much, just walked an insanely long distance every single day, and so precisely you could set your clock by him. He was about 7 foot tall, apparently a troon. Wore one white glove, one black glove, a giant fur coat, striped pyjamas under his giant coat, bare feet, and a Russian hat with the hammer and sickle on the front.
Every day he would walk 17 miles into the city centre, then the 17 miles back. He never seemed to gain or lose anything either way, but he always carried a small piece of rolled up carpet.

Billy Boy:
The terror of every bus stop in the city. Known to punch people. Best known for spreading bags full of assorted crap over an entire bench, then shouting "Billy Boyyyyy!!!" at passers by.

Molly Ludbrow:
Very normal woman except she pushed a plant pot dressed as a baby around in a pram all day, and would flash her vagina at every white car that passed, and she would just stop and piss in the path while walking to and from work.

Fran:
"Hello, I'm Fran. I am very happy to meet you a person. Let me tell you about how China is sending UFOs to steal our fireworks." Fran either lived at the train station in my home town, or happened to be there every time I was. She had about 200 insane theories that she had to tell to strangers. If no strangers would listen she would stand on a bench in the middle of the platform and talk to a crowd of imaginary people.

These types of nutters seem to walk free all over the country, though they seem to get very little attention. They might now though since Liverpool's most famous local nutter now has his own thread here.
 
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Scissor Bloke:
At primary school there used to be this old man who'd hang around the gates every day at closing time (except one day IIRC) and pay kids 20p to bring him safety scissors from the school. He was really chill and I can't remember being creeped out by him (if he did anything it never came to light) so I think he was just a little out of it. He was still at it when I left but I think he's gone since.
 

An Sionnach Seang

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one well-known local nutter round my way was the Bradford Jesus Man, the son of a wealthy mill owner who found God in early middle age and went around dressed like a monk

he was a lovely bloke, mad as a brush but very friendly and courteous

he died of old age a couple of years ago, he was in his eighties by then

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CWCissey

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Favour Guy.

Just some dude who spent all his day in the town centre asking people for favours. He proved so annoying that I heard he got put in hospital because the local scallies had duffed him over a couple of times. I think he ended up getting an ASBO preventing him from standing on every street in England and Wales in the end, that's how the rumour goes anyway.
 

AnOminous

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In this thread, it is apparently news that every single Briton is a lolcow.

It seems to be quite unusual, from speaking to people internationally, to have the sort of localised total nutters that seems to be all over Britain.

This is because you never realized that the entirety of Britain is lolcow country. Your entire country is a farm of lolcows! All it produces is lolcows!
 

TheQueerion

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The man, the legend, Beadle.

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Has been a fixture of our town for about 25 years or so now, and this is what he wears - the same hat, coat, and sunglasses, no matter what the weather. Normally seen walking everywhere with a plastic bag, usually containing food of some description. Absolutely fucking reeks. Doesn't appear to do anything beyond getting his giro. Although this picture shows him on a bus, most drivers don't stop for him - some say because he once stroked a schoolgirl's hair on one (not confirmed...but you wouldn't be surprised). If you have the misfortune of being caught close by, he'll ramble to you about how someone said that he's not a nice man although he is. If he gets aggressive, which is often, he'll say that he's going to report you to the local MP. Earned the Beadle nickname because of his striking resemblance to the late Jeremy Beadle on Beadle's About - or rather, the costume that Jeremy Beadle wore when he was undercover on the scene of his pranks. Looking like the single most stereotypical paedo in the UK tends to result in lads taking the piss out of him and putting him on YouTube, or parents crossing hurriedly to the other side of the street whenever they spot him.

I haven't personally seen Beadle for a good few years now, which makes me wonder if he's dead. But then that often happens - he seemingly disappears for years, and then all of a sudden you see him again. Or smell him again.


There are a good few others in my area, past and present. The Verbal Busker was a favourite of mine - she took permanent residence outside the post office, sat in a wheelchair and sold poetry. All profits earned from poor sods who didn't know better would go towards cigarettes, which she reeked of along with god knows what else. Those who got close and ended up reading a poem without paying for it would soon regret it after being hailed with a blaze of swearwords...going to the post office often proved a challenge - you'd have the Verbal Busker on one side of the doors and the original Big Issue seller on the other, standing at the same spot repeating a simple mantra of "Bigshu. Bigshu. Bigshu." which was how he said it and was very annoying indeed. Neither the Busker nor this seller have been seen for years.

Then there's more harmless ones like Penny Picker Steve, who walks around the high street in a hi-vi suit with an old bucket picking up pennies from the floor, 'cause "they ain't gonna pick up themselves". McDonald's Man spends most of his days in the high street and around fast food shops. Stinks to high heaven but again, thoroughly benign. My current favourite is the Loud Old Man who's often seen in the town centre or the local supermarket, making loud comments and trying to engage conversation with all passers by, singing lines of songs and giving thumbs up to no one in particular. He's funny, but he'll probably say something to the wrong person and get properly lamped one day.
 

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Russian Pyjama Monster:
This man didn't do much, just walked an insanely long distance every single day, and so precisely you could set your clock by him. He was about 7 foot tall, apparently a troon. Wore one white glove, one black glove, a giant fur coat, striped pyjamas under his giant coat, bare feet, and a Russian hat with the hammer and sickle on the front.
Every day he would walk 17 miles into the city centre, then the 17 miles back. He never seemed to gain or lose anything either way, but he always carried a small piece of rolled up carpet.

Was the russian pyjama monster one of those joggers who go round and round and round and round?
 

An Sionnach Seang

Justin Bieber shit's like a cat!
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just remembered another one: Halifax Hulk Hogan

he's a heavy-set guy with long blonde hair and a big handlebar moustache who strides around town dressed like a 1980s rock star, apart from one small detail: instead of trousers he wears skin-tight denim hotpants, regardless of what time of year it is

the last I saw him, he was risking life and limb walking along the elevated bit of Burdock Way, on the road itself https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@53.7...4!1svHZMrlAb6z7Hw9ECWgxqvw!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

In britain, I see a bunch of underage smokers everywhere and the cops don't give a fuck.
in America it's a big deal.

50-100 years ago it was not unusual and perfectly legal for kids to start smoking just before their teens; the legal restrictions are relatively recent, and have yet to filter through to some parts of society
 

UselessRubberKeyboard

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There used to be an old-ish guy in Coventry who drove around the ring road on his mobility scooter regularly. He'd drive right into the city centre and stop in the middle of some busy pedestrian walkway and just stand, holding a placard that was covered in writing not much bigger than regular handwriting, all about how the world was about to end and we all had to repent etc. His mobility scooter also had a placard attached to it.

It wasn't so much the doomsday stuff, but the fact that he wore shades and stood literally stone still for hours like this, right in the way of everyone, no matter what people did or said to him. Never heard him talk, never saw his face change from a set angry mouth and dark shades. I hope he's still going.

In the early 90s there used to be a guy who'd rave for money. Longish ratty hair, wearing shorts and a trenchcoat and wielding a crapply little stereo, he was obviously off his box on drugs. Stood outside Marks & Spencer's in the city centre, he'd play rave club mashups and do his stupid dancing for hours, gurning and grinning and running with sweat. No idea if he made any money.

There's a black woman who frequents Sheffield city centre who's a fully paid-up card-carrying member of the god squad. She spends Saturdays in shop doorways playing her electric guitar (with a little amp next to her) and singing songs about Jesus. Thing is, she's incredibly happy and friendly, and it's almost impossible to get pissed off with her cos she's so positive. I was on a bus she got on, and she thanked (and blessed) not only the bus driver but every single passenger she walked past to her seat, and everyone else around her. Apparently she used to be a teacher at one of the city's secondary schools, and there's a facebook group for her fans.
 
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Maybe we should start The Looney Tour. A guided motor coach tour with stops to visit with many famous Looneys of Great Britain. Ample time will be provided for photos, begging and experiencing Great Looney Rants. Your experienced guide will narrate the passing countryside and tell you the rich and storied history of Great Britain’s Greatest Looneys ... including the majestic Weston Family who traveled all the way to Virginia in the American Colonies!
 

captn_kettle

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Where I used to live, we had Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

Sherlock was a middle-aged man who dressed in a dear stalker, tweed coat and carried around a briefcase.

He used to talk to his mickey mouse watch. If someone spoke to him he would shut up, pull out his notepad and write what people said.

He would get the bus every day to a pharmacy, sit in there all day, then take the bus back to his house.

Watson was rather quiet, but I did catch him taking a shit in the street once. Instead of being offended, i asked if he had wiped properly.

After a talk with the police (a fun conversation), he was known to expose himself in public.

They both moved out of their shared house into a facility for vulnerable adults a couple years after.
 

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