DIDO.1 22,844 Posted February 20, 2016 Report Share Posted February 20, 2016 Cowboy George who lived at Minstead in the new forest, I couldn't tell a word he said except for the odd sentence. There was a guy who lived in Cheshire when I worked there, his house was just stuffed full of old televisions, and I mean stuffed full. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
keepitcovert 842 Posted February 20, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 20, 2016 Where i lived as a kid there was a lunatic asylum about 2 miles away, there was an old woman an inmate known locally as the painted lady, she wore make up that made her look like a spook, pure white and she was allowed out to go down the village, as kids she scared the shit out of us.Often wonder what happened in her life that she ended up in there. Did a bit of research on the place and found out that a lot of the male residents were WW1 shell shock cases, not surprising after what they had been through. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
myersbg 1,385 Posted February 20, 2016 Report Share Posted February 20, 2016 I was always told if you were nuts and had money you were eccentric and if you were nuts and were poor you were the village idiot ! 5 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
low plains drifter 10,619 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 I remember a woman who walked past our school who looked like a butch lezza would do all these weird involuntary body movements as we all shouted flea, and flea woman, must have had St Vitus dance or something, anyway one day she come tearing over the road and set about one of the teachers as he tried to stop her getting to us which as 15 year old lads, well that was some crazy break time alright lol, see her about now and then minus the body popping, poor soul 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Malt 379 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 As has been said, this is Wales, home of the truly 'unique'.. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
haymin 2,465 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 Years ago at the local night club there was this womble he was like Herman Munster 6foot6 he used to stand on the top stairs leading down to the dance floor every day night with a pint of Coke motionless , had a few backs of speed on me at the time well he got a bag that night lol it was funny seeing him tap his hands all night getting a bit into it lol things you do when your young and stupid ?? 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
walshie 2,804 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 As has been said, this is Wales, home of the truly 'unique'.. You're unique in these parts if you aren't eccentric. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
fifeman 164 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 There used to be a guy, a brummy I think. He kept lurchers and lamped foxes in the dead of winter in slip on shoes and sold the carcases to Chinese restaurants, told quite a few tall stories. Deffo an eccentric me thinks. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
neil cooney 10,416 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 Off the top of my head I can think of 5 people I would call proper eccentrics, not loony cases but proper eccentrics. All 5 of them were educated, came from good folk and 4 of them lived as paupers through choice. The fifth was always a millionaire who used to go to the shop for his morning paper wearing a three piece shooting suit, complete with breeks, while riding a quad. But one of the poorer lads I got to know quiet well. English John was homeless but worked to pay his way. He was a labourer on a site I worked on and he'd hang back every evening to sneak into a house to sleep on the rolls of insulation. Everything he owned was in his inside pocket of his sports coat including his bank card, birth cert and a receipt for a full funeral and a cemetery plot down in Cork to be buried beside his parents. He'd been born and reared in England ,was married and had an adult daughter but he couldn't take the pressures of modern living and went on the road. Another ,Johnny, was caked in dirt and barred from the local cafe because he was driving customers away. He lived in a two story thatched house that the middle had collapsed into the house. When he died it was discovered he was a millionaire. 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
TOPPER 1,809 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 there used to be a old chap in Clevedon by the name of bob trapnell he was the ultimate recycler hed go around collecting everything and anything and what he couldn t recycle he would store at his house and when the house was full the council would go around and empty it then send him the bill so old Bob would arrange with the bank to collect the said amount in pennies he then colloct it in a wheel barrow or shopping trolley push it around the corner to the council office and sit there while they counted everypenny , he never spoke to adults but would sit and tell the kids stories all day long and when he died he left millions to kids and cancer charity's he was a real character 6 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mackem 26,821 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 Still have a bearded lady in Guildford I hear She is still there,dark haired lady,I saw her in W.H.Smiths last year and had to do a double take. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
low plains drifter 10,619 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 There used to be a guy, a brummy I think. He kept lurchers and lamped foxes in the dead of winter in slip on shoes and sold the carcases to Chinese restaurants, told quite a few tall stories. Deffo an eccentric me thinks. He was from Wales mate so had to be borderline off his tits Quote Link to post Share on other sites
low plains drifter 10,619 Posted February 21, 2016 Report Share Posted February 21, 2016 Cottie the arsonist used to go walking about with a feckin huge thatch of feral ginger curls piled up on top of his head like Bet Lynch, must have been a good 18 inches deep, anyway he would push a shopping trolley about collecting wood, old doors etc, and stash it around the edges of the local field until bonfire night, then build a big old fire, he learned to hide the wood after the council had taken away a few of his wood piles, feck knows how big his fires would have been had'nt his wood been removed, that lad used to collect wood for months leading upto the big event lol, and there was always a good turn out, he would cook tatties in foil for the kids Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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