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Its Friday. Lets have some good stories about people who are completely woo-woooooooo, crazy-ape, hatstand, barking mad!
Where would we be without them 😀
Inspired by a 3rd level, organic, free-range fair-trade new age vegan* yoghurt knitter, who occasionally comes into the office. And amuses endlessly with his hemp-clad, uber-right-on-zealotry.
Anyway... He's just popped in. He never looks a particularly well man. Probably due to a diet based entirely on mung-beans and organic yoghurt. He's been to the doctors this morning and been told he's got a viral inner ear infection. The doctor offered to prescribe him some antibiotics, but [b]NO!!![/b] He's not corrupting his body with that muck
His solution, instead... after giving us all an earnest lecture/monologue about the body being like an engine and needing clean fuel, and some quotes from his favourite homeopathic books.... he's going to fast on nothing but water for the next 4 days.
Yep... that'll do it! Why wouldn't it work? I'm surpised that isn't prescribed more often
He's given us all a laugh though. As always 😆
So... who's your favourite nutter then? And why? Lets have some stories
* eats nothing that casts a shadow
Kaesea.
Chewkw
a lad i used to live with was a proper odd-ball.
Small but very broad, judo expert, oxbridge educated, ugly, socially retarded.
We'd be sitting watching TV and he'd just randomly burst out 100 push-ups or squat thrusts and then sit back down again.
He also tried to make a cake for a girl he liked at law school. It went wrong 3 times and he didn't finish it until 4am. Then he got a taxi to law school so as not to damage the cake and presented it to her in a seminar whilst trying to get everyone to start singing happy birthday. She was not best pleased 🙂
He used to go to AA meetings because he was extremely worried about the threat of becoming an alcoholic, which was most amusing since he didn't drink. He's now some sort of group leader there.
He once jumped out of his bedroom window (on the second floor) with a samurai sword, just wearing his boxers, after watching Christian Bale in Equilibirum on his own. The first we knew about it was when we heard him screaming outside.
I miss him 🙂
First bloke I ever sold a recumbent bike to was ex-army, and his other hobby (apart from weird bikes) was RC helicopter duels. Him and his mate would take their big petrol RC helicopters to the rugby pitch, stand at opposite ends, and try to hit each other.
He had a 3" chunk missing from his bicep from a near miss.
Oh, and he also taught himself to hang-glide - bought a second-hand 'glider, took it to the top of a cliff, and jumped off. Busted his jaw and lost several teeth before he worked out that you needed to strap in, not just hold onto the bar.
There was a guy at Bangor Uni I saw about 3 times in a year, he had an ASBO banning him from the main area of student accommodation. Saw him buy an extra large kebab, took the paper wrapping off it and then put it in the pocket of his Barbour. Barking but I don't think in a good way.
jam bo - Member
Kaesea.
+1 although thank god I don't know him, just of him
vegan*
* eats nothing that casts a shadow
diet based entirely on ... organic yoghurt
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Oh, and he also taught himself to hang-glide - bought a second-hand 'glider, took it to the top of a cliff, and jumped off. Busted his jaw and lost several teeth before he worked out that you needed to strap in, not just hold onto the bar
Awesome !
I shouldn't laugh but that is funny as ****Busted his jaw and lost several teeth before he worked out that you needed to strap in, not just hold onto the bar.
I used to work with a chap who was writing a [i]magnum opus[/i] of natural philosophy. The work was entitled "Why Newton was Wrong and Einstein was an Idiot". I was treated to several sample chapters and by the time I left he'd written something like 500 A4 single spaced sheets with virtually no paragraph breaks. I'd love to know what it's like now.
The author of [url= http://evebitfirst.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/a-man-is-a-rape-supporter-if/ ]this blog[/url] is pretty high up there on the list.
An old boss (Regional Director Large Banking Group, now retired) was as barking as they come. He used to bound in the office at 1030am with a spring in his step prancing on tiptoes dressed in yellow cords.
His booming voice could be heard over the local airport and if you ever got a strip torn off you it would last months. His choice of words and tone was as blue as they come and he abused his position with a regularity only matched by a perfect swiss timepiece. He was a boorish, hooray Henry of the old school variety who’d had most of his life handed to him.. Drove an old school Jag, smoked cigars and had a Russian Bride.
He never failed to amuse, never failed to lift the receptionists skirt and check for vagrants, never failed to buy us all drinks on our traditional Wednesday afternoons off (old school sports afternoons never left him) would always be the first at the bar and curry house and I got on with him like a house on fire. One fine fine Gentleman and glad and honoured to have known him.
Bonkers as a mad March hare,
he's got a viral inner ear infection. The doctor offered to prescribe him some antibiotics, but NO!!! He's not corrupting his body with that muck
He's not totally nuts then, the right antibiotics will help with bacterial infections, they'll do cock-all for a viral one.
he's got a viral inner ear infection. The doctor offered to prescribe him some antibiotics
TBF, if it is a [u]viral[/u] ear infection, antibiotics won't help.[/pedant]
I lived with a girl at Uni, who was a brilliant mathematician. Just completely unable to work out how to cook a frozen pizza, even after in depth tuition for 12 months ...
On here..... Kaesea
Out there..... David Icke
I think the point is that he won't take ANY medication, preferring 4 days starving himself as a more viable solution instead
Bonkers!
Having said that... I'll keep you posted if it works. He may be on to something after all
I don't know him personally but "The Electric Scarecrow" in Glasgow is probably the craziest. I've been acosted by him a couple of times but he's a well known local mentalist/ roaster
The best story I ever heard about him was when he was spotted on Byres Road in Glasgow, standing outside an estate agents warming his hands against a poster in the window with a picture of a coal fire on it 😆
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Ermm... any born again Christian. Sorry if there's any reading this but of the 4 I've met and known fairly well they've all been a hairs breadth away from a straitjacket. Basically balanced on a fence with Jesus one side and the loony bin the other, but facing the Jesus side 😀
Enjoy...
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The Jettle is pure genius though
viral inner ear infection. The doctor offered to prescribe him some antibiotics
Antibiotics not much use for viruses though are they? About as much use as organic yoghurt in fact.
+1kaesae
James Cameron (of aliens fame) was a bit strange. Hid behind a cabinet and jumped out to challenge me, when I was doing some consultancy at Digital Domain... who was i ? what was I doing ? are we paying you ?
Having worked with people with mental illness, i tend not to laugh at or mock 'oddballs', as it's the ostracisation, alienation nd prejudice from others which can triger/exacerbate their condition. Some of their behaviour is merely them trying to engage with others, but they may lack the ability to do so in a socially acceptable manner. Hence why they may come across as 'weird'.
Rather than treat them as outcasts in the way most people seem to do, I try to engage with such individuals if they communicarte with me, and have a chat. I've discovered that far from being 'undesirables', many have very interesting stories to tell, and are fascinating human beings deserving of respect and dignity.
What I find more disturbing is the level of repression, insecurity and social inadequacy in people that mock those who are 'different', and their inability to act without the prejudice instilled in them by a society which demands strict adherence to the norm. Normality is, more often than not, very boring. Variety is the spice of life. Individualism is what drives the creative spirit.
Old college lecturer of mine, by the name Joe Smith. Mental.
Used to take us to the courthouse in Glasgow to watch cases (I was doing a HNC in Mechanical Engineering!) and would quite often shout out during cases, seemed to love getting warnings for contempt. Wore tweed suits, a bow tie, and always carried a victoria wine bag turned inside out. Regaled us of stories of teaching Denis Law and Jim Kerr, as well as claiming he went to Uni with Bill Clinton.
Wrote a book about John Paul Jones, the founder of the US Navy, which he reckoned was going to make him a millionaire, penned under the name Wallace Bruce.
Also used to pass round forensic crime books with images of decapitations, post buggery anus's etc....
Was as mad as they come, but similarly to that fella up there ^^^ Was a pleasure to have experienced him.
I hope he's still about, regaling nursing home staff of his madness...
when i was 13 my rugby coach was a rather well known local bloke.
this bloke was not reet at all.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Sykes_(boxer)
Shall we point them in your all-embracing communal direction then Mike? How many rooms do you have?
Or have you still got Abu Hamza's rellies stopping with you 😉
Love the Glasgow Scarecrow.
Also a fan of the Sutton Wizard.
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Use d to work with a lad called tony, who liked to be called honey monster
Came to work every day in a 3 wheeler reliant robin, but dressed in full hells angels gear, including German helmet
We used to spends hours making up challenges for him to do in the dinner hour
One was to eat 4 steak puddings, 3 fish and 3 lots of chips and curry sauce(which he called a fat boy special) as fast as he could, took him all dinner time , but he did it and promptly spewed it all up in big chunks in the foremans office whilst having a bollocking.
We bet him he couldn't drive a £50 k truck chassis up a transporter at more than 3 miles an hour, he tried and drove it off the end and wrote the trailer and chassis off"
We also challenged him to karate chop some pallets , not being stupid he challenged someone else to show it was possible, we already had a half sawn through piece of wood, which one of the apprentices deftly chopped in half with one foul swoop of his hand .
Tony upped the challenge and put 2 pieces on top of each other, took about 5 mins psyching himself up, a large crowd had gathered by this time, he brought his hand down onto the wood, which bounced off, a trip to a&e showed a shattered hand, 3 months off work, and got sacked shortly after for the trailer episode.
I never laughed as much in that job, good times.
Shall we point them in your all-embracing communal direction then Mike?
I might send a few up to you. You could do with opening your mind and learning about the world outside your window a bit.
Alternatively, I could send you a few books to read. Email me and I'll sort it out.
You're right Mike. We're all just so brain-washed, narrow minded, and lacking in imagination, aren't we?
All the people who have different opinions to you?
There couldn't be any other possible explanation? Could there....?
My old next door neighbour was ace (he is still ace but I moved).
Works on the Isle of Barra but keeps this other house over here on the east coast of Scotland where he used to work as an teacher... a keen user of the belt with a reputation for colourful outbursts, and a habit of locking kids in cupboards.
His flat has no electricity and no running water. As far as we could tell it's piled high with books and magazines with crawl spaces to get around. He is never seen without his trusty carrier bag and wears a sweater with holes in it... never any more or less whatever the weather. In the carrier bag is The Times, a country ways type magazine and probably some very hardcore homo porn (this is an assumption as we occasionaly got his mail which has been this, and we have seen him sitting looking at this with it hidden in his newspaper).
As a bloke to speak to he is increadibly interesting and knowledgeable but you don't want to get too close as he smells a bit.
From the discussions with him we know he owns a load of propertys scattered about the country including one or two very large ruined castles.
I miss chatting with him and the next time I see him I'll make sure he knows where we moved to so he can pop round.
mikeconnor +1
Some of these are funny though.
Used to be a guy who hung around the train station at Dalreoch (Dumbarton) in Scotland.
Would always hold exactly the same conversation (complete with stammer):
B-b-b-b-b-b-Billy McNeil! Billy McNeil! He was big-big man!
Billy-billy-Billy McNeil! Great, big, big man!
How about you son, you're a big man yersel! What are ye, six fit four?
Billy-Billy McNeil! Billy - Clint Eastwood! Clint Eastwood and Clark Gable!
Big-big-men!
There's a difference between eccentricity and a mental illness.
In the case of my example, he's damaged after battering a ton of drugs
You're right Mike. We're all just so brain-washed, narrow minded, and lacking in imagination, aren't we?All the people who have different opinions to you?
There couldn't be any other possible explanation? Could there....?
You're acting rather defensivley. Care to explain why?
Notice how i've not actually attacked anyone for their comments, just posted my own thoughts on the matter. Seems that you're the one who has a problem with people with opinions different to your own, judging by the attempt at ad hominem you regularly throw in my direction.
As I've said; if you'd like to know more, to develop a better understanding of such issues, email me. I'd be only too happy to help out.
As for 'characters'; London has many. Like the guy who does announcements on the DLR, who has a distinctive style which always raises a smile from commuters. He manages to inject humour into even the most mundane announcements. Makes the journey that little bit more pleasant. To peopple like that. I offer my thanks.
There's a difference between eccentricity and a mental illness.
This.
My housemate wasn't mentally ill, he was just [i]different[/i].
This is a thread to celebrate those who add colour to our lives 🙂
Like the guy who does announcements on the DLR, who has a distinctive style which always raises a smile from commuters.
Always used to be able to tell that the Maryhill train had a certain guard onboard, as the destination said "Blackpool Pleasure Beach" 🙂
messiah are yours Nobeerinthefridge the same guy ?
According to [url= http://www.amazon.co.uk/John-Paul-Jones-Father-United/dp/0595242324 ]this (click)[/url] joe smith is from the isle of barra too.
There's a difference between eccentricity and a mental illness.
Sure, and in the case of the guy at Dalreoch, he's an alcoholic. But while many people with such an affliction are deeply unpleasant to be around, this guy always brought a smile to my face. You could happily carry on the conversation with him (within it's somewhat limited bounds).
e.g. "What about Richard Gough"?
"Oh aye, HUGE man! Big, big man!"
Only saw this guy once, think he's left the job now. Was a legend!
At uni, we were assigned a lab partner, and I got to work with this girl who was somewhat odd.
I'd heard rumors that the reason I'd not seen much of her the previous term was that she'd been sectioned because "The Koalas had told her to cut the skin off her little toe, turn it inside out, and stick it back on again" and apparently she'd had a go....
Anyways, so she turns up to the lab, seems pleasant enough, not that scary, and we start the experiment. I go to pass her a flask I'd been heating on a steam bath, and she said "Oh.... I can't touch that. You know how most people are made of carbon, I'm made of Cobalt Chloride, and I'll turn blue if I touch it."
I wouldn't mind, but I thought the hydrated version is pink so getting wet wouldn't change her color....
This particular incident (and my subsequent request for a change in lab partner) was followed by running into "Koala Girl" as she'd since been named, at the train station where she had a small carrying case covered in a towel. Apparently she was off to "The rat equivalent of crufts" and she asked if I'd like to see her rat. The thing inside the cage was about as far removed a pet as it was possible to get. Imagine a Tasmanian devil that had failed anger management classes, and it still wouldn't be as aggressive. I had a feeling she'd "acquired" a wild rat and thought it'd make a nice pet.
The last time I saw her was at graduation, and she said she'd decided to change careers and wanted to work as a nurse.....
"The rat equivalent of crufts"
Actually burst out laughing in the middle of the office 😆
she asked if I'd like to see her rat.
coffee just came out of my nose then!! 😆
There's a difference between eccentricity and a mental illness.
Usually money.
"The Electric Scarecrow" in Glasgow
Wheres that clip of the bloke leaving a club- early am in Glasgow where he is gurning his face off? It went viral- hilarious as well.
Bit of a bad clip/copy
2 cases of "people in need of help"
1 - A classics and art teacher at my school who would scream and abuse the kids in the class - not funny? they usually deserved it as they provoked him... Anyway I went home one day and told my dad about him, turns out he had been at Uni with my uncle back in the day and had been barred from Glasgow Uni QM Union Ball because he got into fisitcuffs with another historian over WWII Polish Tank Commanders beret badges! Talk about standing up for what you believe in. I liked his art classes though.
2 - A guy I used to work with led us all up the Garden Path with stories of his family's huge fortune, vintage car collection, stable of rare Arabian horses and how he lived in a "wing" of his parents house with his own housekeeper. All went well for him till he pissed someone off with his nonsense and they turned up on the doorstep of his parents rather ordinary bungalow in a neighbourhood of Perth. He then went proper doo lally from what I remember and was "off work" for a while. Thing is he now has quite a high profile job in another part of the country and i wonder if he still makes up all this stuff - Felt sorry for him in the end as he clearly had no friends and serious problems.
A guy I used to work with led us all up the Garden Path with stories of his family's huge fortune, vintage car collection, stable of rare Arabian horses and how he lived in a "wing" of his parents house with his own housekeeper. All went well for him till he pissed someone off with his nonsense and they turned up on the doorstep of his parents rather ordinary bungalow in a neighbourhood of Perth. He then went proper doo lally from what I remember and was "off work" for a while. Thing is he now has quite a high profile job in another part of the country and i wonder if he still makes up all this stuff - Felt sorry for him in the end as he clearly had no friends and serious problems.
Are you talking about Flashheart 😉
messiah are yours Nobeerinthefridge the same guy ?According to this (click) joe smith is from the isle of barra too.
Could be mate, I reckon Joe must've been about 60 when I was at college, 20 years ago.
mikeconnor - Member
Having worked with people with mental illness, i tend not to laugh at or mock 'oddballs', as it's the ostracisation, alienation nd prejudice from others which can triger/exacerbate their condition. Some of their behaviour is merely them trying to engage with others, but they may lack the ability to do so in a socially acceptable manner. Hence why they may come across as 'weird'.Rather than treat them as outcasts in the way most people seem to do, I try to engage with such individuals if they communicarte with me, and have a chat. I've discovered that far from being 'undesirables', many have very interesting stories to tell, and are fascinating human beings deserving of respect and dignity.
What I find more disturbing is the level of repression, insecurity and social inadequacy in people that mock those who are 'different', and their inability to act without the prejudice instilled in them by a society which demands strict adherence to the norm. Normality is, more often than not, very boring. Variety is the spice of life. Individualism is what drives the creative spirit.
Spoilsport
I work on a big European tech project. The overall boss of the project has a screw loose IMO. She hopes to be a really big cheese one day 🙄 I've never met anyone who's knee-jerk reaction is always to bully people instead of listening and thinking. People agree to her diktats and do the wrong thing. The project is not going that well.
Easygirl, congrats on turning the thread from 'fruit loops I've known' to 'vulnerable people I've bullied'. I hadn't figured on erring towards mikeconnor's views on much, but you've swung this one for me.
Are you talking about Flashheart
I thought flashy was an international stationary salesman?
I thought flashy was an international stationary salesman?
How can he be international AND stationary? 🙂
How can he be international AND stationary?
BOOM BOOM
I'm told that there used to be a well dressed chap in Ilford who would get onto a bus, then start making chicken noises "bwaak bwak bwak bwak bwaaaaak" and looking around the bus trying to catch somebodies eye.
Everybody would just stare straight ahead trying desperately to ignore him, for if he caught your gaze, he would spend the rest of the time you were on the bus with his eyeball about an inch away from yours while flapping his arms like the birdy song dance and making very loud "BWAK BWAK BWAAAAK BWAAAK BWAK BWAAAAK" and "COCKADOODLEDOOOOO" noises 😆
A lot of academics oscillate between bonkers and genius.
Spoiled for choice here 🙄
Wierdly enough, after a few spells in the psychiatric unit as a yoot, nothing very exciting to report.. 😐
From a voyeurs point of view, I think my favourite was a young handsome fella of about 19 years old, from a well to do family, who would spend his waking hours furiously and passionately transcribing his internal dialogue (an interesting thing in itself) in large letters in the air in front of him using his index finger..
His internal discussion, I discovered, was an ongoing theological debate between four of five separate personalities, on the nature of religion..
he was pretty cool..
I also know a few narrow minded bigots, who wouldn't consider contemplating life through the eyes of a neighbour for all the tea in China.. now [i]that[/i] is a seriously bonkers condition..
ernie_lynch - MemberChewkw
Hello! Dear Leader to you ...
Now bow down and ask for forgiveness then recite this 1000 times ... "There is no truth but Dear Leader!
Maggots infestation must be eradicated!"
To OP,
hhmmm ... haven't really come across any apart from those with serious mental issues in other part of the world I saw as a kid. You see there was a mental asylum near my place so every morning they would be let out and there was this bloke that we never failed to see counting the pavement stones along the busy motorway. There were also two females from the asylum collecting "veg" from the drainage semi nude. As kids we just observed but never saw the funny side of them and no one bothered them. I think one of the female was later locked up because she got pregnant ... someone did that to her. Unthinkable. Another is a down syndrome boy (now much older man) acting as a traffic warden directing the traffic near my ex-school. Everyone knows him but when he was in his teen he used to wear clean clothing while directing the traffic but when I saw him this August he was much older but still directing traffic except with very unwashed dirty clothing. Not sure if someone is looking after him but his parents were alive in his younger days.
Where I am now there is a colleague that loves verbal diarrhoea sometimes I wonder if he should be given the "shocked" ...
😯
I ride a unicycle, so it must be me.
PAGING Monksie to the thread 🙂
I knew this bottom bracket once... totally eccentric!
I thank you.
I did a little 😆
I used to go to school where there was a kid who used to stand and bark at the hedge outside the school. Every morning and afternoon without fail he was there.
A lad I was at uni with moved into a great big 8-room shared house in the second year. He made the fatal mistake of starting a "relationship" with one of the girls in the house. All well for a while, she was a right dirty wench. But then he'd had enough and tried to split up. Only she wouldn't let him and went off on one. Post went missing, so bills and rent went unpaid, power got cut off etc. She dropped out of uni and failed to get a job, then after months of the rent not getting paid to the landlord (she'd been pocketing it all) she dissappeared, leaving behind, amongst other things, a pint-glass of pish, with a used tampon, hidden in the bottom of his wardrobe. Nice.
My wifes grandad was pretty eccentric. He lived in a huge old house full of clocks, which all chimed on the hour. He spent his days ensuring they all chimed at exactly the same time and he kept a journal which detailed the dates that he changed every single light bulb in his house - going back over 50 years. He kept another book in which he would record the weight and dimensions of every loaf of bread his wife baked.
I used to have this customer from Cork(Ireland) who was THE weirdest loon I've ever met. He kidnapped me... twice, but you'll just have to take my word for it as it's a very long story.
My Grandad was the kind of guy who appalled my parents and delighted us kids. Anyone bringing food or drink was "a gentleman", particularly a young waitress. Any time a hand was put on his shoulder he'd throw his arms up and say "I'll come quietly!"
I used to lean a bit of pipe on some bricks and he'd go through a full set of artillery yelling before shouting "kerrrrrack!" and blowing smoke from his pipe up the "barrel" of the "howitzer".
My Gran got interested in foreign holidays and he didn't want to apply for a passport, as she'd find out he'd lied about his age when they met 60+ years ago! (Of course she knew) His stubbornness brought on this gem:
"Norway, oh Jack we could visit Norway, and see the fjords"
"I've been there, didn't like it."
"But that was a commando raid on the Lofoten Islands!!"
When he was finally persuaded abroad he carried a bottle of ketchup in his pocket at all times, in order to flavour up that 'foreign muck'. He approved of German food (a big concession for a WW2 veteran) because they have a lot of sausages.
I could go on forever...
"But that was a commando raid on the Lofoten Islands!!"
Fantastic!! 😆
My mate spent £800 on a CUBE last year and hasn't ridden it once. Not once, not even round his garden! has entered a 300km Audax event in Sweden next year...
I <3 Klumpy's Grandad.
I worked with a swiss Italian who was barking mad.
Two examples - we were due to go on a customer visit, and being switzerland they start early anyway, but he told me he'd pick me up at 5am (ie: 4am UK time). He drove us up this hill on a smaller and smaller track in the darkness, and then pulled over and switched the car off. We sat in the darkness for about ten minutes until he suddenly leapt into frenzied excitement "Yes! yes! there it is!" I had to admit that the sunrise over the lakes was stunning, but his enthusiam over I assume something he sees frequently was startling.
Another time - at a meeting in France, there was a fitness club / spa / pool attached to the hotel. He and a colleague decided they would take a sauna, and were happily sat in there in towels when HansRudi decided he was going to take a swim. "But you have no trunks2 said his colleague. No problem, said HR, I'll go onto the edge of the pool, take the towel off and dive straight in and no-one will see me. Unfortunately in between step 1 and 2 a female lifeguard intercepted him and a full blown discussion took place on the pool edge between a cross french woman and a nude Swiss. 'If you let me go in, no-one can see me!' Unfortunately, the hotel atrium overlooked the pool and the whole scene was witnessed by several dozen delegates to the meeting who were drinking coffee at the time.
My Gran got interested in foreign holidays and he didn't want to apply for a passport, as she'd find out he'd lied about his age when they met 60+ years ago! (Of course she knew) His stubbornness brought on this gem:
"Norway, oh Jack we could visit Norway, and see the fjords"
"I've been there, didn't like it."
"But that was a commando raid on the Lofoten Islands!!"
Noone will post anything funnier than this all year. I'm crying with laughter!
My neighbour. Attacks Tesco vans, spray paints 'his' bit of the lane, has been seen in nothing but PJ bottoms walking barefoot in snow, been done for ABH on a bus driver over a fare.
[quotestevomcd - Member
Used to be a guy who hung around the train station at Dalreoch (Dumbarton) in Scotland.
Would always hold exactly the same conversation (complete with stammer):
B-b-b-b-b-b-Billy McNeil! Billy McNeil! He was big-big man!
Billy-billy-Billy McNeil! Great, big, big man!
How about you son, you're a big man yersel! What are ye, six fit four?
Billy-Billy McNeil! Billy - Clint Eastwood! Clint Eastwood and Clark Gable!
Big-big-men!
I think I remember this guy. I may be imagining though.
Around the same time as KaKa used to hang around the high street offering Bj's to us schoolboys.
There used to be a distinctly unattractive "lady" who lived near a barracks I spent some time at. She used to love putting on shows for the guard. I remember doing sentry on the rear gate when she turned up and proceeded to strip and brandish the biggest toy I've ever seen (not that I've seen many) in broad daylight on a roadside. My only fond memory of that was the look on the face of the young ghurka i was on stag with. Bewilderment, disbelief and sheer joy all in one. Priceless. The conversation and gesticulating he had with his mates after had me wetting myself even though I didn't understand a word.
I was like a dare to go to her council flat, many did but none more than once. She made men of a great number of young impressionable squaddies.
I encounter a lot of nutjobs at work.
Probably a little beyond 'eccentric', but I met a guy at work who was ex-foreign legion.
He was seriously 'f'd up. Nice bloke, but when stressed or under the influence of something, he would hear the voices of his commanding officers ordering him to kill and eat those around him.
Pretty scary seeing as this guy was the size of a door.
Still, out of many, he is my favourite.
skink2020 - are you ex-OLSP?
Having worked with people with mental illness, i tend not to laugh at or mock 'oddballs', as it's the ostracisation, alienation nd prejudice from others which can triger/exacerbate their condition. Some of their behaviour is merely them trying to engage with others, but they may lack the ability to do so in a socially acceptable manner. Hence why they may come across as 'weird'.Rather than treat them as outcasts in the way most people seem to do, I try to engage with such individuals if they communicarte with me, and have a chat. I've discovered that far from being 'undesirables', many have very interesting stories to tell, and are fascinating human beings deserving of respect and dignity.
What I find more disturbing is the level of repression, insecurity and social inadequacy in people that mock those who are 'different', and their inability to act without the prejudice instilled in them by a society which demands strict adherence to the norm. Normality is, more often than not, very boring. Variety is the spice of life. Individualism is what drives the creative spirit.
Totaly agree but even the hardest of the psychie staff i worked with often had a laugh with the patient , as opposed to laughing or mocking them.
I meet lots of eccentric people every day, and find them just funny and intelligent, the ones who read the daily mail and vote conservative, are beyond any help ,drug or therrapy related.
Also wouldnt it be boring if everyone conformed to some so called norm,