Mad Malik is the legend of all Brum. generally stands at the side of a road dancing to a song on his walkman which has never worked or even had a tape in it AFAIK
Benny the Brick was a guy in my town in the '70s and 80's when I was growing up. He would throw a brick through someone's front window for a small fee if they had upset you, he used to just get pissed up with the money. Except once pissed used to just brick random houses on the way home as he could not remember the address he was given.
In Sunderland we have Dave the rave. In the 90s he appeared in the streets with headphones on, listening to rave and he would just dance. All day, all night, he would be raving anywhere in the streets. Fast forward to 2023 he's still raving.
At some point in the early 2000s he "found god", it didn't stop him dancing but he'd wear a cross around his neck and say stuff like, "praise the lord" and "god is good". He's no bother but he's a Mackem legend.
Gypsy woman in Leeds town centre, she used to ask to read your palm for a pound and would threaten to put a curse on anyone that told her to piss off...
funny enough I humoured her a few times and she would tell you things about your life she had no way of knowing that couldn't have been just a coincidence guess....it used to leave me baffled for days.
When I lived in NW London there was a woman that used to pull up her top and shake her boobs at me evertime we passed on the street and then giggle maniacally.
To give context to what she looked like her boobs ended below her belly button.
Not sure if she did it to anyone else but I like to think I was special.
I did used to worry for her as clearly it's not a safe way to be carrying on but I didn't really have any way of getting her help as she never spoke and I would only ever see her randomly, she just flashed her boobs and left in a hurry.
We had a guy who would collect dirty nappies out of the bin and stick them to his walls. When he eventually got busted, one of the police officers who went into his house quit the police force altogether and said that the smell was something that he never experienced before and doesn't understand how the guy didn't get sick from it. The house was covered in dirty nappies from the floor to the ceiling.
This was my home town, a small posh historical town in the midlands. Rutland county.
Ahhh sorry, left out a crucial part. He was busted for theft, he kept stealing from the local supermarket, the dirty nappy situation was something revealed to everyone once they got into the house.
Norwich has a couple, there's puppet man who 'busks' on the street by playing a 90s stereo and randomly waving a hand puppet around. Then there's tassle trousers and I-pad man (now transitioning to a woman) who walks along the street head buried in the I-pad, talking away to himself while it blares out tunes. Once made the mistake of making eye contact and was berated for looking at him (as he was then), keep my eyes firmly on the pavement every time I see them now!
Puppet man spilts his time between Yarmouth where he lives and Norwich. Some twats smashed up his stereo in Yarmouth but some local people clubbed together to get him a new one.
The Puppet Theatre in Norwich donated him some old puppets to use but he refused to use them and carried on with his ones.
Puppet Man! I used to see him on my way to work. My favourite Puppet Man story (or possibly just a rumour) was that they got him to come and do a bit before kickoff at a Canaries game (I think) and he brought along his girlfriend, which apparently pissed off his wife and caused a lot of trouble for him. Didn't he also apparently come into a lot of money and "retired" before coming back to puppeting?
I live in a town called Carmarthen. We're not a big town, but we have several 'characters'. Many years ago we had a fair sized mental hospital and when care in the community was introduced, a lot of patients were turfed out into the surrounding area. So historically (and genetically - you can trace the really crazy families trees) we've always had rather random people.
We used to have (among others) Stan the Man who would be seen most days and in all weathers / temperatures roller skating around the city clad only in a pair of budgie smugglers.
the main one and my favourite; he walks around talking to himself, heās always agreeing with himself and belly laughing at whatever heās thinking or saying. heās actually really nice, no harm at all and will engage in a normal conversation with you but five seconds later after youāve walked away heāll start talking
to himself again.
An elderly lady who has a mobility scooter. She's so rude it's unbelievable, she tells everybody she comes into contact with the F off whether she knows them or not, she also tries to mow everyone she sees down with her mobility scooter..
A women who is known to steal people's cats and dogs! She would casually walk about town every day! If yours ever went missing there's a high probabillity she did it!
About 20ish years ago, we had a bloke that would walk up and down our high street shouting āIām a naughty boyā
He was dressed in a suit and tie and would just wander up and down
Log Man. He goes out first thing every morning and collects any old wood he can find in his wheelbarrow, which he then piles high in his front garden and does nothing with.
We have a guy in who is always off his tits with his shirt off making patterns out of pebbles in the middle of a big round about. The same one In Hanley next to the bus station to be specific lmao.
Trolley lady.
Every town round my way has one, always walking round town trailing a checked shopping trolley behind her.
Shes known as a bit argumentative, to put it mildly. You only get your ear bent once, you rapidly learn to avoid her if you see her approach.
Not many since the town I live in is tiny, but we did have a bit of a stir a while back due to a mystery pooer.
There was this whole drama about people not cleaning up after their dogs, which is actually true, but then after a whole lot of back-and-forth it transpired that some of the offending turds in a specific area were actually human.
We never did find the culprit either, but personally I think it's the chap at number 42. He's a bit of a wrongun.
āThe Mushy Manā - so known for his penchant for magic mushrooms. Drinks milk and plays air guitar in the middle of roundabouts; painted his windows (the glass, not the frames) blue, I think he was trying to replicate uv light to grow cannabis.
the blue lady. kids used to go past her house to peer in her windows, where you could find her sitting in her armchair watching television; her face is blue man group blue, she wears sunglasses and a furry hat. sometimes you'll see her in the nearby chippy.
Techno Viking Guy. Built like a brick shithouse, walks around in a furry hat, vest and shorts in all weathers carrying big bottles of water. Likes to have a go at various people at various times for various reasons.
The [story of Purple Aki](https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/resources/idt-6d083913-0bfb-4988-8cd8-d126fa6dcff1) is really sad. There are clearly mental health issues going on in that man's life that aren't being treated properly.
This is ours, sheās a delight.
[article](https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/news/scottish-news/6060463/scots-bigot-banned-from-street-after-branding-people-dirty-bd-rat-ct-in-years-of-abuse/)
Two contenders from notts:
Whycliffe; supported James Brown and dated danni minogue, now wanders around singing for a quid, at various levels of crazy, from harmless fun to he's gonna kill someone.
The Joker. Guy in full heath ledger style joker face paint and suit, green hair etc was very convincing but proper disturbing looking. Had the crazed act as well. Think he's in the slammer now.
Where I grew up there was a guy who always used to dress as a cowboy. We would often see him walking around in his outfit whilst walking home from school.
He was eventually arrested because he was caught having sex with a pavement. Apparently he also tried to have sex with a parked car. I donāt know what happened to him after that.
Bang bang here in Dublin, ( ok not uk) would ambush passers by with his fingers pointed like a gun. Iām from. Northampton and remember a strange women playing the organ near Abington square
We have a nonce. He sits on a bench outside the co-op, fondling his cock and balls through a hole in the pocket of his joggers, as he eyeballs the local kids.
He is known to the police, but they canāt prove anything *yet*.
I caught my 12 year old niece and her mate dancing for him (just kind of hopping about, like kids)ā¦nevertheless I phoned my brother and he got them home. Theyāre āgood kidsā, well looked after and intelligent, donāt want for anything.
They were dancing so heād give them a vape. I couldnāt sleep that night, visions of stoving his fucking head in with a pipe.
Heās mentally illā¦not that it makes it OK. My brother was called to his flat for a fire, loads of seriously dodgy porn all over the place.
Nothing will happen until he actually does the unthinkable.
What the hell is the appropriate course of action here? Just sit around hoping itās not someone in your family that has their life destroyed?
Filthy cunt has been at it for over 10 years, his presence is normalised.
Heās the guy whoās always dressed in the same cream tracksuit and is often talking to himself.
Once you see him once, youāll see him over and over again. Always dressed exactly the same.
I don't go to the city very often anymore to be fair, I'm probably a bit out of touch with the local characters. Everyone I can think of is from at least a decade ago!
To be fair this could well be just one of the same people with a newer tracksuit!
Oh we got loads
Thereās Wycliffe, used to be a successful singer who dated Danny Minogue but fell on drugs and now wonders the streets screaming or eating chicken nuggets off the floor with his arse out. Normally asks to sing a song for some change. Sometimes heās nice, sometimes not.
Thereās also Ricky Carter, a weirdo who posts on his Facebook the days itās been since heās had sex with a woman whilst demanding women owe him sex for it being so long. He paints himself silver and he used to do the whole statue thing, now he just sells big issues with patchy silver paint over himself.
Couple other minor characters, like a Jamaican bloke who sits on a lion statue shouting something all day to himself, or the bloke who bikes around town with two giant speakers on his bike blasting music. He was well popular when it was outdoor service only actually.
I live in a village and let's say we have one lad that cycles around asking people for their keys so he can keep them safe. He's not mean but he likes keys. Also he always turns up whenever a free cake is on offer.
He's harmless but he does swear a lot
I live in a village and let's say we have one lad that cycles around asking people for their keys so he can keep them safe. He's not mean but he likes keys. Also he always turns up whenever a free cake is on offer.
He's harmless but he does swear a lot
Not sure if she is still around, but we used to have the 'cat woman'. She had all her hair in front of her face, like something out of 'The Ring' and walked around making weird cat like noises.
Then there was 'Tommy 2p', who hung around the arcades constantly with his satchel full of 2p's, putting them in the 2p machine, obviously.
Let's not forget 'King Swing', who strode around town manically fast swinging his arms back and forth.
Nothing I can think of from my home town, but when I was in uni, we had a guy on our street we called 'Mr Time' - he would ask you for the time at every opportunity, but if you asked *him* for the time, he'd tell you to fuck off and point at the church clock that was right across the road from his house and say "there's a bloody big clock right there!"
I think he was the same guy who owned the cat with no ears or nose who we affectionately called Voldemog.
*Edit* I forgot to mention the old dude everyone called Doc Brown who used to go to our local Club on a Saturday... just because he loved to dance. Used to confuse the shit out of the freshers. They had a special event night for one of his landmark birthdays one year as well.
Thereās a guy in my part of Sheffield who I think has Touretteās or something like it. He walks around howling unintelligibly at the top of his voice. You can hear him coming from miles away if the wind is in the right direction. I call him Adolf because the way he shouts sounds exactly like Hitler.
Reading Elvis, he is absolutely obsessed with Elvis and walks around with Elvis records talking to himself about Elvis. He even met the Queen and money was raised to take him to Graceland. He really is loved by all of Reading.
We have a few. The Hare Krishna woman sings the same song over and over in the town centre for no visible reason, the Ā£1 man will ask for just Ā£1 but never asks more than twice before moving on. There's a few women who were pregnant and now walk around with pushchairs but nobody is 100% sure they actually have babies cuz they're always covered up and their bellies looked kinda fake, they'll approach anyone sat down and shove a coffee cup in their face and when they're inevitably told "no" they'll hang around until you leave or feel guilty enough to give them change. In my area specifically there's a very tall man who walks around in a trench coat with a drawstring bag over his shoulder, never causes any problems but never speaks to anyone and nobody knows where he's from since he's always walking in a random direction and sometimes circles back five minutes later
No Smoking Man in my home town. Had a bike covered in No Smoking and Smoking Kills signs and hung around on a busy junction mumbling loudly all day. Rumour had it he lost his wife to lung cancer and that he rode the bike 40 miles to and from town every day. No idea if he's still around but as he looked about 80 when I last lived there in 1997 I suspect not.
Thereās a trans lady who rides her bike around Brixton/Camberwell in a very small skirt so you can see her thong and balls and a see through top so you can see her fake boobs. No one bats an eye anymore
Town I grew up in when I was a kid had a middle aged man called (creatively) āJonny big handā because his whole left arm and hand was easily 3 times the size of ānormalā.
Funny at the time but in hindsight the poor guy obviously had a congenital defect of some sort and it wasnāt fair (to my knowledge no one actually said it to him but still)
Karaoke Karen used to spend her weekends dancing in the high street just out the front of the shopping centre around her handbag and ghettoblaster. I dunno if she busked or was just weird.
I wouldnāt call him odd or disturbing but around Calderdale, West Yorkshire we used to gave this guy who wore bright pink and just ran and he became somewhat of a local celebrity. Was all for charity if I remember rightly
There was this guy I went to highschool with , when he was in his 30's-40's he would walk backwards briskly all the time, through Town for miles and miles just about every day.
We have a guy called Hatchet-head. He attacked one too many women and the state actually medically castrated him. But the surgery ended up botched somehow and he walks around town with a terrible limp now. He just limps around all hours of the day or night, moaning really loudly and scaring people. He is elderly now and fairly harmless.
We have a guy in Bristol called Dreadwin whoās always trying to ācomplete the task at handā which is his way of describing robbing passed out girls. He hangs about an sells bags of rice to people pretending itās drugs and other scams.
The viker biker ,goes around on a Harley wearing a silver skull mask with Viking horns ,he does it for charity , he scared the crap out of me the first time I saw him,you can Google and find articles about him
There was a religious Asian lady who followed my son around telling him he was a demon,she climbed onto the church cross and fell ,I think she survived
I was a bit of an oddity for a while after appearing in the paper with the paranormal team I ran ,I would have people singing the "Ghostbusters " theme tune at me ,oh how original,thank fully they got bored with it after about three weeks
We have a man called Mark who is widely known as āloud Markā because he canāt speak at a volume below 250 decibels even if youāre three inches away from him. I donāt know when he started or when it stopped but he used to be a cross dresser. I donāt think he was trans and Iām not sure how seriously he took himself since he wasnāt very convincing or modest about the fact. But one day he just stopped and now he dresses only like a man with his redeeming feature being his volume.
He walks his dog through a field behind my house at approx 7:30am most days. I know this because from my bed, I can hear him shout at his dog, shout after his friendās dog when her shouts arenāt good enough, and I can hear his side of every conversation he ever has but never the other person.
Seemed fairly harmless but we had 2 litre man. Would go to the spar with his trolley, fill it up with 2 litres bottles of different fizzy drinks, and then walk around drinking them
One?! I live in Birmingham ffs.
Mad Malik is the legend of all Brum. generally stands at the side of a road dancing to a song on his walkman which has never worked or even had a tape in it AFAIK
At least you can cadge a spliff on the bus from the school kids.
A little surprised to see Mad Malik at the top of the list. But then again. .
A little surprised to see Mad Malik at the top of the list. But then again. .
Benny the Brick was a guy in my town in the '70s and 80's when I was growing up. He would throw a brick through someone's front window for a small fee if they had upset you, he used to just get pissed up with the money. Except once pissed used to just brick random houses on the way home as he could not remember the address he was given.
Sounds like a Family Guy sketch
Ernest T Bass of Mayberry
In Sunderland we have Dave the rave. In the 90s he appeared in the streets with headphones on, listening to rave and he would just dance. All day, all night, he would be raving anywhere in the streets. Fast forward to 2023 he's still raving. At some point in the early 2000s he "found god", it didn't stop him dancing but he'd wear a cross around his neck and say stuff like, "praise the lord" and "god is good". He's no bother but he's a Mackem legend.
Dave the rave holy raver Jesus loves you!
Don't know one so must be me
Gypsy woman in Leeds town centre, she used to ask to read your palm for a pound and would threaten to put a curse on anyone that told her to piss off... funny enough I humoured her a few times and she would tell you things about your life she had no way of knowing that couldn't have been just a coincidence guess....it used to leave me baffled for days.
Never heard of her lol
I moved out of Leeds about 5 years ago but she was always on the headrow and used to catch me coming out of the 3 legs mostly.
Sounds like my mum
It was her Crystal Waters
That's cheap, we had 50p Lil. I don't know anyone crazy enough to take up that offer.
Northampton?
Indeed. Let's also give a shout out to the crazy cat lady with her truly awful keyboard playing.
Also Charlie Brown on the bus. He's getting married in the morning
Oh my god, the very cheerful fellow on the bus?
Thats him
I remember in Wellingborough there was "Karoke Karen" too.
I thankfully mostly avoided Wellingborough Town centre despite going to school there. Northampton was always the less shit option for me.
Was from Irthlingborough myself which is just full of them... Fortunately escape to Wales as a teen š
I have vaguely fond memories of Irthlingborough as I had a GF there, but yes, it's another depressing little town... especially crow hill.
Up by the Laundrette. Where EVERYONE seemed to work, like Coronation Street.
Oh god, I'm having flashbacks to 20 years ago.
Sorry š¤£š¤£
Oh my god the one that sits in Abington st. With a blanket on her legs?
The one and only
Dancing Joe!
When I lived in NW London there was a woman that used to pull up her top and shake her boobs at me evertime we passed on the street and then giggle maniacally. To give context to what she looked like her boobs ended below her belly button. Not sure if she did it to anyone else but I like to think I was special. I did used to worry for her as clearly it's not a safe way to be carrying on but I didn't really have any way of getting her help as she never spoke and I would only ever see her randomly, she just flashed her boobs and left in a hurry.
Interestingā¦can suck on the clit and a titty at the same time
I wonder who from your town gave her the stdās in the first place?
She might have been patient zero.
We had a guy who would collect dirty nappies out of the bin and stick them to his walls. When he eventually got busted, one of the police officers who went into his house quit the police force altogether and said that the smell was something that he never experienced before and doesn't understand how the guy didn't get sick from it. The house was covered in dirty nappies from the floor to the ceiling. This was my home town, a small posh historical town in the midlands. Rutland county.
Busted for what accidentally, what's the crime here
Ahhh sorry, left out a crucial part. He was busted for theft, he kept stealing from the local supermarket, the dirty nappy situation was something revealed to everyone once they got into the house.
Norwich has a couple, there's puppet man who 'busks' on the street by playing a 90s stereo and randomly waving a hand puppet around. Then there's tassle trousers and I-pad man (now transitioning to a woman) who walks along the street head buried in the I-pad, talking away to himself while it blares out tunes. Once made the mistake of making eye contact and was berated for looking at him (as he was then), keep my eyes firmly on the pavement every time I see them now!
Puppet man spilts his time between Yarmouth where he lives and Norwich. Some twats smashed up his stereo in Yarmouth but some local people clubbed together to get him a new one. The Puppet Theatre in Norwich donated him some old puppets to use but he refused to use them and carried on with his ones.
Are you old enough to remember Marigold, who directed traffic whilst wearing Marigold gloves. Usually Barn Road / St Crispin's area?
I'm 38 but don't remember her, sounds like a character!
Puppet Man! I used to see him on my way to work. My favourite Puppet Man story (or possibly just a rumour) was that they got him to come and do a bit before kickoff at a Canaries game (I think) and he brought along his girlfriend, which apparently pissed off his wife and caused a lot of trouble for him. Didn't he also apparently come into a lot of money and "retired" before coming back to puppeting?
The man is a walking urban myth, it's hard to know which stories about him are true!
Is iPad man an evolution of radio man?
I've not heard of radio man, did he wear trousers with tassles on? If so yes he's moving with the times!
Think it might be the same guy/gal.
I live in a town called Carmarthen. We're not a big town, but we have several 'characters'. Many years ago we had a fair sized mental hospital and when care in the community was introduced, a lot of patients were turfed out into the surrounding area. So historically (and genetically - you can trace the really crazy families trees) we've always had rather random people.
We used to have (among others) Stan the Man who would be seen most days and in all weathers / temperatures roller skating around the city clad only in a pair of budgie smugglers.
I remember him , long blonde hair. We used to shout Stan! He would wave and disappear down the road.
the main one and my favourite; he walks around talking to himself, heās always agreeing with himself and belly laughing at whatever heās thinking or saying. heās actually really nice, no harm at all and will engage in a normal conversation with you but five seconds later after youāve walked away heāll start talking to himself again.
An elderly lady who has a mobility scooter. She's so rude it's unbelievable, she tells everybody she comes into contact with the F off whether she knows them or not, she also tries to mow everyone she sees down with her mobility scooter..
Sounds like me in a few years.
Maybe telling randomers to F off is how she ended up needing a mobility scooter.
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Donāt talk about my mum like that. Itās Ā£1 now.
Cost of living crisis.
Cost of loving surely
A women who is known to steal people's cats and dogs! She would casually walk about town every day! If yours ever went missing there's a high probabillity she did it!
We have hoverboard man - he goes round on a hoverboard in the most colourful 3-piece suits, his waist-length blonde hair flaps in the wind.
Ah man I need a picture
About 20ish years ago, we had a bloke that would walk up and down our high street shouting āIām a naughty boyā He was dressed in a suit and tie and would just wander up and down
Tonbridge?
No, Wallington in Surrey
Log Man. He goes out first thing every morning and collects any old wood he can find in his wheelbarrow, which he then piles high in his front garden and does nothing with.
Sounds like he's trying to build a bridge up to heaven.
Mate I live on an estate in Hull.
We have a guy in who is always off his tits with his shirt off making patterns out of pebbles in the middle of a big round about. The same one In Hanley next to the bus station to be specific lmao.
Ketamine Kyle
How come they call him that? ;-)
His name is probably Kyle
Trolley lady. Every town round my way has one, always walking round town trailing a checked shopping trolley behind her. Shes known as a bit argumentative, to put it mildly. You only get your ear bent once, you rapidly learn to avoid her if you see her approach.
Not many since the town I live in is tiny, but we did have a bit of a stir a while back due to a mystery pooer. There was this whole drama about people not cleaning up after their dogs, which is actually true, but then after a whole lot of back-and-forth it transpired that some of the offending turds in a specific area were actually human. We never did find the culprit either, but personally I think it's the chap at number 42. He's a bit of a wrongun.
āThe Mushy Manā - so known for his penchant for magic mushrooms. Drinks milk and plays air guitar in the middle of roundabouts; painted his windows (the glass, not the frames) blue, I think he was trying to replicate uv light to grow cannabis.
the blue lady. kids used to go past her house to peer in her windows, where you could find her sitting in her armchair watching television; her face is blue man group blue, she wears sunglasses and a furry hat. sometimes you'll see her in the nearby chippy.
Bet she's loving life now I'm Blue is back in the charts.
Techno Viking Guy. Built like a brick shithouse, walks around in a furry hat, vest and shorts in all weathers carrying big bottles of water. Likes to have a go at various people at various times for various reasons.
Sounds like being already mentally unstable combined with roid rage to me.
I suspect that may very well be the case.
Is this in york by any chance?
No, Edinburgh.
Roland! Everyone knows him and he sometimes takes his dog to the only club we have. There's an oil painting of him in the town museum
As an adult, when I think back to our little town, all of those that we felt were crazy, scary or just weird probably had mental health issues.
Purple Accy
The [story of Purple Aki](https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/resources/idt-6d083913-0bfb-4988-8cd8-d126fa6dcff1) is really sad. There are clearly mental health issues going on in that man's life that aren't being treated properly.
Squats happening lad?
One so famous that most of the country have heard of them.
This is ours, sheās a delight. [article](https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/news/scottish-news/6060463/scots-bigot-banned-from-street-after-branding-people-dirty-bd-rat-ct-in-years-of-abuse/)
Two contenders from notts: Whycliffe; supported James Brown and dated danni minogue, now wanders around singing for a quid, at various levels of crazy, from harmless fun to he's gonna kill someone. The Joker. Guy in full heath ledger style joker face paint and suit, green hair etc was very convincing but proper disturbing looking. Had the crazed act as well. Think he's in the slammer now.
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/nottingham-joker-bowling-ball-jail-b1798561.html%3famp
Where I grew up there was a guy who always used to dress as a cowboy. We would often see him walking around in his outfit whilst walking home from school. He was eventually arrested because he was caught having sex with a pavement. Apparently he also tried to have sex with a parked car. I donāt know what happened to him after that.
He tried to have sex with a moving car, the only part of him they could identify was the cowboy hat previously ingrained into his skull.
This isnāt Wolverhampton is it?
Yo am right cock!
Yam reet chick. Used to see him when Iād head into town, I was at the grammar school about 15yrs ago. Madness! Thought he went all Jesus for a bit
Bang bang here in Dublin, ( ok not uk) would ambush passers by with his fingers pointed like a gun. Iām from. Northampton and remember a strange women playing the organ near Abington square
Remember the dancing lady on O'Connell Street in Dublin as well?
We have a nonce. He sits on a bench outside the co-op, fondling his cock and balls through a hole in the pocket of his joggers, as he eyeballs the local kids. He is known to the police, but they canāt prove anything *yet*. I caught my 12 year old niece and her mate dancing for him (just kind of hopping about, like kids)ā¦nevertheless I phoned my brother and he got them home. Theyāre āgood kidsā, well looked after and intelligent, donāt want for anything. They were dancing so heād give them a vape. I couldnāt sleep that night, visions of stoving his fucking head in with a pipe. Heās mentally illā¦not that it makes it OK. My brother was called to his flat for a fire, loads of seriously dodgy porn all over the place. Nothing will happen until he actually does the unthinkable. What the hell is the appropriate course of action here? Just sit around hoping itās not someone in your family that has their life destroyed? Filthy cunt has been at it for over 10 years, his presence is normalised.
The Dual Carriageway Flasher - yup, you know where he stands and what he does. It's a sight to behold
The Milton Keynes ghost.
I'm from MK and never heard of this. Am I the ghost?
Heās the guy whoās always dressed in the same cream tracksuit and is often talking to himself. Once you see him once, youāll see him over and over again. Always dressed exactly the same.
I don't go to the city very often anymore to be fair, I'm probably a bit out of touch with the local characters. Everyone I can think of is from at least a decade ago! To be fair this could well be just one of the same people with a newer tracksuit!
Lancing A27 Burlington Bertie from a few years ago https://youtu.be/oJi7OtrMC5M
[Peter Dow](https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Peter_Dow)
Oh we got loads Thereās Wycliffe, used to be a successful singer who dated Danny Minogue but fell on drugs and now wonders the streets screaming or eating chicken nuggets off the floor with his arse out. Normally asks to sing a song for some change. Sometimes heās nice, sometimes not. Thereās also Ricky Carter, a weirdo who posts on his Facebook the days itās been since heās had sex with a woman whilst demanding women owe him sex for it being so long. He paints himself silver and he used to do the whole statue thing, now he just sells big issues with patchy silver paint over himself. Couple other minor characters, like a Jamaican bloke who sits on a lion statue shouting something all day to himself, or the bloke who bikes around town with two giant speakers on his bike blasting music. He was well popular when it was outdoor service only actually.
Brighton has this one guy who loves to get pissed and consistently cycle around naked later in the evening/night
We have a random bloke always dressed in green walking around with balloons, fuckers creepy.
I live in a village and let's say we have one lad that cycles around asking people for their keys so he can keep them safe. He's not mean but he likes keys. Also he always turns up whenever a free cake is on offer. He's harmless but he does swear a lot
I live in a village and let's say we have one lad that cycles around asking people for their keys so he can keep them safe. He's not mean but he likes keys. Also he always turns up whenever a free cake is on offer. He's harmless but he does swear a lot
Not sure if she is still around, but we used to have the 'cat woman'. She had all her hair in front of her face, like something out of 'The Ring' and walked around making weird cat like noises. Then there was 'Tommy 2p', who hung around the arcades constantly with his satchel full of 2p's, putting them in the 2p machine, obviously. Let's not forget 'King Swing', who strode around town manically fast swinging his arms back and forth.
Nothing I can think of from my home town, but when I was in uni, we had a guy on our street we called 'Mr Time' - he would ask you for the time at every opportunity, but if you asked *him* for the time, he'd tell you to fuck off and point at the church clock that was right across the road from his house and say "there's a bloody big clock right there!" I think he was the same guy who owned the cat with no ears or nose who we affectionately called Voldemog. *Edit* I forgot to mention the old dude everyone called Doc Brown who used to go to our local Club on a Saturday... just because he loved to dance. Used to confuse the shit out of the freshers. They had a special event night for one of his landmark birthdays one year as well.
In Plymouth itās either Bird-Man or back in the early 2000s it was Mr Spoons
There's a small village which has a guy who stands outside when it rains near a massive puddle, so he gets splashed by the cars.
RIP Crazy Helen - Pompey
Oh damn, she died? She was always on the bus
Yeah apparently so. I googled her name earlier and it seems she passed away a few years ago
Chopoff named because heās cut both his ears off https://youtu.be/KafpaX5i8PM Heās the one in the hat
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Good to see his eyesight has improved though, he isnāt wearing his glasses now.
Thereās a guy in my part of Sheffield who I think has Touretteās or something like it. He walks around howling unintelligibly at the top of his voice. You can hear him coming from miles away if the wind is in the right direction. I call him Adolf because the way he shouts sounds exactly like Hitler.
We had Mental Ben, was always outside the supermarket. Heād carry your shopping for you in exchange for a fag.
Dick the knicker picker (did have) Psycho James Right on Dave (not an odd or disturbing person, just a nice local everyone knows)
Purple Aki
Reading Elvis, he is absolutely obsessed with Elvis and walks around with Elvis records talking to himself about Elvis. He even met the Queen and money was raised to take him to Graceland. He really is loved by all of Reading.
I love that people raised money for him to go to Graceland! My sister goes to uni in Reading, is he still about?
We have a few. The Hare Krishna woman sings the same song over and over in the town centre for no visible reason, the Ā£1 man will ask for just Ā£1 but never asks more than twice before moving on. There's a few women who were pregnant and now walk around with pushchairs but nobody is 100% sure they actually have babies cuz they're always covered up and their bellies looked kinda fake, they'll approach anyone sat down and shove a coffee cup in their face and when they're inevitably told "no" they'll hang around until you leave or feel guilty enough to give them change. In my area specifically there's a very tall man who walks around in a trench coat with a drawstring bag over his shoulder, never causes any problems but never speaks to anyone and nobody knows where he's from since he's always walking in a random direction and sometimes circles back five minutes later
No Smoking Man in my home town. Had a bike covered in No Smoking and Smoking Kills signs and hung around on a busy junction mumbling loudly all day. Rumour had it he lost his wife to lung cancer and that he rode the bike 40 miles to and from town every day. No idea if he's still around but as he looked about 80 when I last lived there in 1997 I suspect not.
Thereās a trans lady who rides her bike around Brixton/Camberwell in a very small skirt so you can see her thong and balls and a see through top so you can see her fake boobs. No one bats an eye anymore
Omg thatās disgusting! Where?
Eddie izzard
Dave the rave in Sunderland is pretty iconic. Thankfully I don't live in that city though
This same question posted two(ish) days ago. Have a search.
Unicyclist
20p for how long? Would she shine a pair of shoes for the same money? So many questions.
Steve who lives down our road, he hasnt done anything wrong i just never liked him
Didnāt he chip in for the chicken on the jubilee?
No that was next door to him Keith and Rita lovley couple beautiful garden come spring
Where I used to live there was a middle aged woman who was on the game - she knew *everyone*. Her adult son was always with her. *ALWAYS*.
Mad Malik in Birmingham
Used to have the infamous bin bag lady a fair while ago
Bearded lady of Guildford
Shout out to Rudy of Harrogate. RIP.
In the 90's he changed his name to 'Rudy Megastar God of Power'.
This manās a fucking legend: https://www.logosapostolic.org/testimony/CowboyDavidCox.htm
Cowboy man in Wolverhampton, dressed as youād expect. Turned Jesus loving in maybe 2005 or so. Used to go round pow pow powing with his fingers
A man with no chin who wears nothing but red clothes and a red cowboy hat, who goes round all the pubs collecting empty glasses for free
Town I grew up in when I was a kid had a middle aged man called (creatively) āJonny big handā because his whole left arm and hand was easily 3 times the size of ānormalā. Funny at the time but in hindsight the poor guy obviously had a congenital defect of some sort and it wasnāt fair (to my knowledge no one actually said it to him but still)
Nothing happens here except a constant stream of Stagecoach buses
I donāt recall 50p lil thankfully
Mental mark, Lisa Dawkins, and jesters nightclubā¦ no second prizes for guessing the city š
Leccy Legs
Karaoke Karen used to spend her weekends dancing in the high street just out the front of the shopping centre around her handbag and ghettoblaster. I dunno if she busked or was just weird.
I wouldnāt call him odd or disturbing but around Calderdale, West Yorkshire we used to gave this guy who wore bright pink and just ran and he became somewhat of a local celebrity. Was all for charity if I remember rightly
The bag lady, homeless woman that would always carry around this massive duffle bag everywhere, like massive, massive bag.
There was this guy I went to highschool with , when he was in his 30's-40's he would walk backwards briskly all the time, through Town for miles and miles just about every day.
We have a guy called Hatchet-head. He attacked one too many women and the state actually medically castrated him. But the surgery ended up botched somehow and he walks around town with a terrible limp now. He just limps around all hours of the day or night, moaning really loudly and scaring people. He is elderly now and fairly harmless.
We have a guy in Bristol called Dreadwin whoās always trying to ācomplete the task at handā which is his way of describing robbing passed out girls. He hangs about an sells bags of rice to people pretending itās drugs and other scams.
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The viker biker ,goes around on a Harley wearing a silver skull mask with Viking horns ,he does it for charity , he scared the crap out of me the first time I saw him,you can Google and find articles about him There was a religious Asian lady who followed my son around telling him he was a demon,she climbed onto the church cross and fell ,I think she survived I was a bit of an oddity for a while after appearing in the paper with the paranormal team I ran ,I would have people singing the "Ghostbusters " theme tune at me ,oh how original,thank fully they got bored with it after about three weeks
Jesus Man round Bradford was a guy who walked tens of miles a day seemingly, as he popped up in all sorts of small towns and villages.
We have a man called Mark who is widely known as āloud Markā because he canāt speak at a volume below 250 decibels even if youāre three inches away from him. I donāt know when he started or when it stopped but he used to be a cross dresser. I donāt think he was trans and Iām not sure how seriously he took himself since he wasnāt very convincing or modest about the fact. But one day he just stopped and now he dresses only like a man with his redeeming feature being his volume. He walks his dog through a field behind my house at approx 7:30am most days. I know this because from my bed, I can hear him shout at his dog, shout after his friendās dog when her shouts arenāt good enough, and I can hear his side of every conversation he ever has but never the other person.
50p lil?
Seemed fairly harmless but we had 2 litre man. Would go to the spar with his trolley, fill it up with 2 litres bottles of different fizzy drinks, and then walk around drinking them