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Post by thevoid on Jul 12, 2018 22:46:00 GMT
Has anyone else spotted that bloke on the night bus from Hanley to Tunstall, usually the 11.30pm run? Wavey brown hair, glasses, striped Primani jumper with tight jeggings and the lace up boots 80s wrestlers used to wear? He's usually got two shopping bags on the go.
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Post by trickydicky73 on Jul 13, 2018 4:38:03 GMT
Has anyone else spotted that bloke on the night bus from Hanley to Tunstall, usually the 11.30pm run? Wavey brown hair, glasses, striped Primani jumper with tight jeggings and the lace up boots 80s wrestlers used to wear? He's usually got two shopping bags on the go. No, but if that's not Bayern I'll be amazed. |
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Post by crapslinger on Jul 13, 2018 5:52:20 GMT
Has anyone else spotted that bloke on the night bus from Hanley to Tunstall, usually the 11.30pm run? Wavey brown hair, glasses, striped Primani jumper with tight jeggings and the lace up boots 80s wrestlers used to wear? He's usually got two shopping bags on the go. Has to be Huddy |
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Post by felonious on Jul 13, 2018 7:11:13 GMT
Has anyone else spotted that bloke on the night bus from Hanley to Tunstall, usually the 11.30pm run? Wavey brown hair, glasses, striped Primani jumper with tight jeggings and the lace up boots 80s wrestlers used to wear? He's usually got two shopping bags on the go. No, but if that's not Bayern I'll be amazed. Too busy posting at home mate  |
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Post by richie22 on Jul 13, 2018 7:24:56 GMT
Where I grew up on the reservation we had a chap a few doors away ,went by our name of ‘Percy - pear ‘ his real name was John we thought. He lived in what seemed absolute poverty , never any lights on or anything, he walked hunched over always with multiple bags of shopping. I believe he s still about and living in a home now, the council having compulsory purchased his home, the sentinel ran a story on him once , he also owned property in Meir. We would see him walking everywhere always with his same bags, as kids I’m ashamed to say he was tormented ruthlessly, it was considered a challenge to run a gauntlet they his gardens without being caught by him . His hunch I was told was a result of years in the pit, and that he lived a solitary existence ever since his wife passed, in later years his house was burgled on numerous occasions . What for I don’t know.
Also if you’ve e er been around derby, have you seen ‘the backwards walking man’. I kid you not it blew my mind when I saw him
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 7:53:08 GMT
When I was at high school there was a clearly very ill man who was always knocking about around finishing time. He’d walk around with his face pointing to the ground whilst counting his steps aloud.
Some kids would go up to him and say stuff like “oi mate go shag that tree” and this poor bloke, without the blank, comatose look in his face ever switching, would walk up to the tree and start doing pelvic thrusts against the trunk. I remember one occasion someone telling him to shag my mate’s mum’s car and, sure enough, he obliged, with my mate’s mum and sister inside the car screaming as if there was an axe murderer trying to hack his way in, rather than a severely mentally ill person simulating sex on the vehicle.
There was a report in the sentinel of an unidentified man flashing schoolgirls in the local area and, sure enough, this particular gent was never seen again.
Even though it was the funniest thing in the world at 11 years old, looking back it’s quite awful.
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Post by Boothen on Jul 13, 2018 12:14:30 GMT
There used to be 'Mad Norman' in Oakhill. Totally batshit insane, once washed his dog in a washing machine, in the launderette opposite The Oak Tree pub, and when the woman who supervised the place realised what he'd done and pulled the soggy mutt from the machine the poor thing ran straight into the road and under a car.
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Post by robdog on Jul 13, 2018 12:50:00 GMT
when I was a kid in the 70s there used to be 2 characters around Tunstall, Fag Ash Lil and a chap called Brian. Looking back now it was obvious Brian was mentally retarded but when youre very young you dont know such things really and it was awful.
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Post by musik on Jul 13, 2018 13:15:14 GMT
Also if you’ve ever been around Derby, have you seen ‘the backwards walking man’? I kid you not, it blew my mind when I saw him. I got the picture! 😀 I saw an episode of the Monty Python show. It was those funny walks, and I practised one of them outdoors one day randomly, when walking down the pavement, in stores, in traffic etc. The one where some of the Pythons walks normally, then suddenly stops with one feet up behind, and then continues the walk. I did it for instance at the zebra crossings and people in the cars got irritated. I don't know why, since I got the green light. Must do it again sometime. |
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Post by agingerstokie on Jul 13, 2018 13:16:46 GMT
Where I grew up on the reservation we had a chap a few doors away ,went by our name of ‘Percy - pear ‘ his real name was John we thought. He lived in what seemed absolute poverty , never any lights on or anything, he walked hunched over always with multiple bags of shopping. I believe he s still about and living in a home now, the council having compulsory purchased his home, the sentinel ran a story on him once , he also owned property in Meir. We would see him walking everywhere always with his same bags, as kids I’m ashamed to say he was tormented ruthlessly, it was considered a challenge to run a gauntlet they his gardens without being caught by him . His hunch I was told was a result of years in the pit, and that he lived a solitary existence ever since his wife passed, in later years his house was burgled on numerous occasions . What for I don’t know. Also if you’ve e er been around derby, have you seen ‘the backwards walking man’. I kid you not it blew my mind when I saw him |
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Post by musik on Jul 13, 2018 13:24:13 GMT
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Very strange.
Has anyone ever asked him why he goes backwards? Seems to be from eastern europe perhaps? Does always carry that backpack?
I wonder what he's writing down. Interesting.
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Post by Boothen on Jul 13, 2018 13:46:39 GMT
Where I grew up on the reservation we had a chap a few doors away ,went by our name of ‘Percy - pear ‘ his real name was John we thought. He lived in what seemed absolute poverty , never any lights on or anything, he walked hunched over always with multiple bags of shopping. I believe he s still about and living in a home now, the council having compulsory purchased his home, the sentinel ran a story on him once , he also owned property in Meir. We would see him walking everywhere always with his same bags, as kids I’m ashamed to say he was tormented ruthlessly, it was considered a challenge to run a gauntlet they his gardens without being caught by him . His hunch I was told was a result of years in the pit, and that he lived a solitary existence ever since his wife passed, in later years his house was burgled on numerous occasions . What for I don’t know. Also if you’ve e er been around derby, have you seen ‘the backwards walking man’. I kid you not it blew my mind when I saw him Reminds me of. |
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Post by harryburrows on Jul 13, 2018 15:06:15 GMT
The protein man .......When I first went to work in London 1972 and for at least the next 30 years , a man walked up and down oxford st with a sandwich board and a tall board over his back stating the evils of protein , and all the foods to be avoided as it led to impure and salacious behaviour . He wore homemade canvas shoes and sold his leaflets then he disappeared suddenly. My theory is he either died from his poor diet or retired to the Bahamas
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Jul 13, 2018 15:42:47 GMT
"Diddy Wayne" was a dwarf who lived in Cheadle and seemed to live his life determined to wage war on the Moorlands VI Form. He allegedly:
Walked in and shouted "FUCK OFF" to the head in the entrance before scarpering.
Threw two cups of water in a teacher's face.
Sawed the goalposts down.
One thing's for certain and that is that he threatened to "fuck [me] up" every time I saw him. It happened in at least the Master Potter, Lamplighter, Talbot and Bar 19.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jul 13, 2018 16:22:48 GMT
Wouldn't necessarily put him in the 'weirdo' category, but he's certainly different,
anyone spotted the headphoned white haired cyclist with the bucket of crayons, him that does the etchings, recently?
Seemed to quietly get on with documenting the various nooks and crannies of the City.
Don't suppose he'll be doing much cycling, just wondered if anyone new of him.
I've got one of his pencilled {photocopied} Mow Cop, don't think he ever signed them.
His work would make a worthy exhibition.
On this note RIP the wordy wanderer TVP.
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Post by thevoid on Jul 13, 2018 17:32:16 GMT
I've not seen the bloke in the kilt for awhile.
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Post by Boothen on Jul 13, 2018 17:35:00 GMT
I've not seen the bloke in the kilt for awhile. About 60 and with straggly, longish grey hair? If so then I saw him up Newcastle on Monday morning. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 18:02:11 GMT
Where I grew up on the reservation we had a chap a few doors away ,went by our name of ‘Percy - pear ‘ his real name was John we thought. He lived in what seemed absolute poverty , never any lights on or anything, he walked hunched over always with multiple bags of shopping. I believe he s still about and living in a home now, the council having compulsory purchased his home, the sentinel ran a story on him once , he also owned property in Meir. We would see him walking everywhere always with his same bags, as kids I’m ashamed to say he was tormented ruthlessly, it was considered a challenge to run a gauntlet they his gardens without being caught by him . His hunch I was told was a result of years in the pit, and that he lived a solitary existence ever since his wife passed, in later years his house was burgled on numerous occasions . What for I don’t know. Also if you’ve e er been around derby, have you seen ‘the backwards walking man’. I kid you not it blew my mind when I saw him Surprised the security guards didn't tasar or mace him... |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 18:04:57 GMT
! Very strange. Has anyone ever asked him why he goes backwards? Seems to be from eastern europe perhaps? Does always carry that backpack? I wonder what he's writing down. Interesting. Technically it's a frontpack... |
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Post by Trouserdog on Jul 13, 2018 18:10:04 GMT
I've not seen the bloke in the kilt for awhile. Mad John. Lives around Silverdale I think. |
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Post by stillgame4it on Jul 13, 2018 19:33:11 GMT
! Very strange. Has anyone ever asked him why he goes backwards? Seems to be from eastern europe perhaps? Does always carry that backpack? I wonder what he's writing down. Interesting. Technically it's a frontpack... Maybe he just has his head on back to front? |
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jul 13, 2018 19:49:06 GMT
Get to Kidsgrove you'll see some interesting stuff.
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Post by thevoid on Jul 13, 2018 20:34:31 GMT
I've not seen the bloke in the kilt for awhile. About 60 and with straggly, longish grey hair? If so then I saw him up Newcastle on Monday morning. That's the one. He used to be a regular round Hanley. |
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Post by crapslinger on Jul 13, 2018 20:43:06 GMT
About 60 and with straggly, longish grey hair? If so then I saw him up Newcastle on Monday morning. That's the one. He used to be a regular round Hanley. He did about five years ago, he fucking stinks the dirty bastard. |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jul 13, 2018 20:46:30 GMT
Don't require the eccentrics so much nah.
I went up Hanley {duck} in the day a month or so back,
seemed like Spice was taking a grip.
Several people contorted and performing, in several locations... outside TKMaxx {one wedged under the phonebox door} one in the former entertainment shop doorway}, outside the former bogs and bank {lying in front of a taxi}, outside Wilko {crazy dancing}, take yer pick as one approaches the bus station.
Zombies in the day, and gaggles of folk phone-filming them.
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Post by FbrgVaStkFan on Jul 13, 2018 21:17:18 GMT
Has anyone else spotted that bloke on the night bus from Hanley to Tunstall, usually the 11.30pm run? Wavey brown hair, glasses, striped Primani jumper with tight jeggings and the lace up boots 80s wrestlers used to wear? He's usually got two shopping bags on the go. Sorry, but that hardly seems random. |
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Post by mermaidsal on Jul 13, 2018 22:06:38 GMT
The protein man .......When I first went to work in London 1972 and for at least the next 30 years , a man walked up and down oxford st with a sandwich board and a tall board over his back stating the evils of protein , and all the foods to be avoided as it led to impure and salacious behaviour . He wore homemade canvas shoes and sold his leaflets then he disappeared suddenly. My theory is he either died from his poor diet or retired to the Bahamas Stanley Green, I remember talking to him when I was at uni, just always wondered how he'd be - he was fine to talk to, a quiet courteous fanatic. He used to get the Tube in from West London, with his board and leaflets. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Green(Totally wrong btw, the opposite's generally been true for me in veggy phases  ) |
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Post by mermaidsal on Jul 13, 2018 22:10:55 GMT
Don't require the eccentrics so much nah. I went up Hanley {duck} in the day a month or so back, seemed like Spice was taking a grip. Several people contorted and performing, in several locations... outside TKMaxx {one wedged under the phonebox door} one in the former entertainment shop doorway}, outside the former bogs and bank {lying in front of a taxi}, outside Wilko {crazy dancing}, take yer pick as one approaches the bus station. Zombies in the day, and gaggles of folk phone-filming them. There was a young lad totally gripped by Spice on the Ironmarket yesterday, he interrupted his trip to offer to help me into the car with my chair but I thought cheers sweetheart but maybe not |
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Post by thequietman on Jul 13, 2018 22:46:36 GMT
Don't require the eccentrics so much nah. I went up Hanley {duck} in the day a month or so back, seemed like Spice was taking a grip. Several people contorted and performing, in several locations... outside TKMaxx {one wedged under the phonebox door} one in the former entertainment shop doorway}, outside the former bogs and bank {lying in front of a taxi}, outside Wilko {crazy dancing}, take yer pick as one approaches the bus station. Zombies in the day, and gaggles of folk phone-filming them. There was a young lad totally gripped by Spice on the Ironmarket yesterday, he interrupted his trip to offer to help me into the car with my chair but I thought cheers sweetheart but maybe not The country's not totally gone to the dogs then, Sal, if a spicehead (spicer?) tries to be chivalrous. Not having lived in Staffs for 35 years, my Stoke weirdo stories are limited, but there used to be a women who rode the buses in Leeds all day. One brown eye, one blue, she'd sit whispering on her own then suddenly plonk herself beside you and say very loudly, "I killed my mother, you know. Stabbed her with a knife." She was harmless other than that as far as we could tell. Never got a conversation out of her but she did inspire my band-mate, Suicide Steve, and I to write the critically unacclaimed song "Mad Woman On The Bus Stomp". And its equally successless sequel, "Had Enough Of Those, Can't Get Off Of Those, Red Bus Blues". |
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Post by samba :) on Jul 13, 2018 23:11:50 GMT
There's a man who walks around longton as a tranny. He/she Lives in Dresden
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