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Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

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> Keef said

>

> "Yeah has anyone seen that odd girl with the

> Liverpool scarf who seems to just chat to

> everyone? Very odd"

>

> Yup - she accosted me at ED Station yesterday

> morning and then legged it up the platform because

> she wanted to "sit in her very special seat".

> Disturbing. I then continued to write ANOTHER

> letter to the "late" Pope John-Paul II (he isnt

> really dead, he retired to Rhyll) in crayon.

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Ahem

NatashaD Wrote:

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> The caretaker of the Peckham Rye 1 0 clock Club's

> temporary site is an odd character. He shuffles

> about, mouth clenching a ciggie, eyes transfixed

> to the floor, wearing what looks like an

> ill-fitting wig on his head. It is most

> disconcerting. What he gets up to in that dark

> cupboard is anyone's guess.

>

> There's also that guy - a wannabe Rod Stewart

> methinks - who prances up and down the lower part

> of Forest Hill Road, often outside the CO-OP.


he lives over the road from my aunt on Underhill. He's perfectly sane - he's always looked liked that - probably longer than Rod Stewart so don't think he's a wannabe!!

The DIY shop chap with the amazing hairdo is called Malcolm - I've known him for over 20 years and the hairstyle was just the same back then. On the subject of the so-called "White Lady", I used to see "her" frequently in The Phoenix on Denmark Hill station and in other locations - all in the vicinity of the Maudsley - and I became pretty convinced that "she" was no lady.

This character's a little bit outside the area, but relevant nonetheless as he may be known to some here.


Old guy who used to frequent Somerfields (as it is now) in Walworth Road. Party trick was to blow raspberries at passer-by shoppers. And very loudly - could be heard as many as four aisles away. His behaviour was usually treated as merely good banter, before security became involved. Still hoping since I moved here he makes an appearance in Lordship Lane, alsa maybe he doesn't do tours.

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