I used to live in Cheltenham and their resident fruitloop is "Dancing Ken". He's called Ken, and he dances.
In a cowboy suit.
Wow somebody posted him on youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQ8eRJWdi20
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Quote: David Chapman @ May 15 2008, 12:19 AM BSTWe used to have a bloke who looked like Jesus and walked around in a white suit all the time and fed the pigeons. He just died a short while ago.
Over the last few months we've had an old bloke with a long grey beard, who wears purple robes. He has a dog who follows him and he walks around with his cat on his shoulders. He got arrested recently because of the ceremonial knife he always carries around.
It's almost like he's filled the local eccentric void in our town.
Jesus man! I was just about to say we had one of those too near where I used to live and then I had a look at your profile and saw you were from Carshalton and realised it must be the same one! I was sad when he died.
Haven't seen the guy with the purple robes yet, I'll keep an eye out for him.
Quote: Aaron @ May 15 2008, 12:29 AM BSTThe chanting guys on Oxford Street. Hindu, I think?
There's a guy right outside Oxford Street tube that tells me that I'm going into the depths of hell as I go down the stairs to the tube.
Fun times.
Quote: EllieJP @ May 15 2008, 11:20 AM BSTThere's a guy right outside Oxford Street tube that tells me that I'm going into the depths of hell as I go down the stairs to the tube.
Fun times.
I think you'll find he's probably not crazy 
Weird. I only posted about one on Scaryduck's blog yesterday.
Anyway, there's a tramp in Liverpool known as the Plinky-Plinky Man, who 'plays' a guitar he made out of cardboard. Basically, it's a sheet of cardboard cut out into the shape of a guitar with strings drawn by a black marker pen. As the strings are, effectively, imaginary, he makes the sounds with his mouth, hence his nickname.
The best bit is when he stops for a bit and tunes his guitar. At this point, he gives the 'plinky plinky' a rest and replaces it with a 'ding ding ding ding dingggg'.
If only he didn't waste all his money on meths and Buckfast he'd have his own show on BBC Three by now.
EDIT: Eek! He's on the YouTube, and he's graduated to a cardboard banjo.
Quote: EllieJP @ May 15 2008, 11:20 AM BSTThere's a guy right outside Oxford Street tube that tells me that I'm going into the depths of hell as I go down the stairs to the tube.
Fun times.
Lucky it's not the guy with the megaphone! They actually gave him an ASBO.
He did have a megaphone... I haven't seen him there for a while...
There's a guy that ocassionally wanders around near me with a sandwich board telling us we're all going to burn in hell. The thing is, his sandwich board is full of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Poor old Aaron would have an embolism if he saw it.
Ahh, right, yes, you're probably talking a long time ago then Ellie! Westminster Council gave him an ASBO a good year or so ago, so he moved to another station (don't remember where though).
There's a woman who often stands outside the south-east entrance/exit on the corner of OS east and RS now. Probably his friend. No megaphone though.
Quote: chipolata @ May 15 2008, 12:07 PM BSTThere's a guy that ocassionally wanders around near me with a sandwich board telling us we're all going to burn in hell. The thing is, his sandwich board is full of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Poor old Aaron would have an embolism if he saw it.
I'd probably go up and correct him. 
Where is used to live there was a guy called "Gay Ray" - don't you just love the cruelty of kids. He used to wander around our village stealing peoples bikes and just generally chasing people with knives. The story behind him is that he apparently wrapped his brother up in barbed wire and rolled him down the hill in our village.
I love rumours.
Quote: Aaron @ May 15 2008, 12:11 PM BSTI'd probably go up and correct him.
And be stabbed twenty-two times in the neck.
In Northampton there was "50p Lil". She was an old psychiatrist that went mad when her husband died when she couldn't cure him. She now wanders the streets of Northampton weeing and pooing on the streets by just lifting up her many skirts and letting rip and will apparently do ANYTHING for 50p.
Those with facebook here's a group dedicated to her.
Ellie, are you sure you don't live on a pyschiatric ward because you seem to have been in close proximity to some right nutballs. 
Quote: EllieJP @ May 15 2008, 12:12 PM BSTThe story behind him is that he apparently wrapped his brother up in barbed wire and rolled him down the hill in our village.
LOL. One of my neighbours used to stand in his front garden when the school which is pretty much next-door was starting and ending. He was just watching the traffic (it's a short, thin road), but rumours started that he had a gun and would threaten children he didn't like with it!
Quote: EllieJP @ May 15 2008, 12:14 PM BSTIn Northampton there was "50p Lil". She was an old psychiatrist that went mad when her husband died when she couldn't cure him. She now wanders the streets of Northampton weeing and pooing on the streets by just lifting up her many skirts and letting rip and will apparently do ANYTHING for 50p.
Those with facebook here's a group dedicated to her.
Inflation's really going to hit her, isn't it?