In Brentwood, there's a mental who sits in the pub reading Haynes manuals. A different car manual each time. And he always wears sunglasses inside
rather than run - he simply walks around quickly while carrying two heavy-looking plastic bags with his arms out perpendicular to his body.
Lately, there's been some new talent in the form of an old, black lady who appears normal other than wearing the hat from a yellow sou'wester all the time, regardless of weather or season. She shows promise, but will have to up her game if she's to compete with arms-out-straight-plastic-bags-running-gear-man.
In Brentwood, there's a mental who sits in the pub reading Haynes manuals. A different car manual each time. And he always wears sunglasses inside
and acted as though it was alive. Nutty cow.
country. It would add a whole new aspect to visiting any new town.
Haven't seen him for ages though. Probably got run over I expect.
homeless. usually see him laying on the floor.
But the other week he came up to me. asked for a cigarette.
told me he never got married and he's sad. then proceeded to tell me he loves me over and over and gave me a hug
trampy hug and he was shirtless
I was outside having a cigarette outside at the time. I went back upstairs to the flat and she says to me why were you hugging that homeless man.
straight in the shower.
From what I can gather, he goes into the local Morrisons and keeps talking to the tins of tuna.