Local nutters your stories.
The small village where I was brought up had an amazing number of 'nutters'. Two brothers were fine examples, both big and hard but one, Peter, was also crackers. One night two local hard men tried to push Peter and I off the dart board in the local pub. Peter threw all three of his darts full tilt at one's head. They all stuck in deep and Peter's bad rep started that night. He was only 15!
He created mayhem well into his 20s until he cut the arm of someone who came to reclaim his car for missed payments. He's still in Broadmoor and likely to stay there. He was a good mate but a scary enemy!
He created mayhem well into his 20s until he cut the arm of someone who came to reclaim his car for missed payments. He's still in Broadmoor and likely to stay there. He was a good mate but a scary enemy!
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Ive been in the same room as him, on more than one occasion.(In the late 1980's and 90's)
He didnt like me, and would steer clear, he once spoke to me when I was playing Asteroids after a workout with my bothers at a local leasure centre, he made small talk about gym workouts and how often I trained...but we never finished our conversation because my brother hit him over the head with a snooker cue.
We then had to change gyms and find another Asteroid game to play on.
He would frequent local gyms and accost young boys asking to feel their muscles..
He was massive but so far as I know didnt train for it, he was just built that way.
He was softly spoken, and would be scruffy in appearance, wearing clothes befitting a much older man, ie Cardigans, Farah pants/trousers, and black brogue(sp) shoes.
He would always give me the impression of a sad and lonely man, who was trying to make friends, but went about it the wrong way. Whenever I saw him he would always be on his own. (unless he had captured another terrified youngster that is..)
He could take a good beating too, and could run like a gazelle.
The last time I saw him he was at Liverpool Magistrates Court, this must have been 1998-99 he hadnt changed a bit.
The rumour was that his Dad was a local JP or Judge, and that he looked after his son, so he was untouchable.
Also there were rumours of him chasing a lad onto the railway line at Southport Station who subsequently died........(shrugs)
Sorry I havent read all the links so this may just be urban myth.
He was a bit like a black Benny Hill on steroids, wherever he went he was running after a gang of lads.....(Starts humming the Benny Hill tune) LOL
He didnt like me, and would steer clear, he once spoke to me when I was playing Asteroids after a workout with my bothers at a local leasure centre, he made small talk about gym workouts and how often I trained...but we never finished our conversation because my brother hit him over the head with a snooker cue.
We then had to change gyms and find another Asteroid game to play on.
He would frequent local gyms and accost young boys asking to feel their muscles..
He was massive but so far as I know didnt train for it, he was just built that way.
He was softly spoken, and would be scruffy in appearance, wearing clothes befitting a much older man, ie Cardigans, Farah pants/trousers, and black brogue(sp) shoes.
He would always give me the impression of a sad and lonely man, who was trying to make friends, but went about it the wrong way. Whenever I saw him he would always be on his own. (unless he had captured another terrified youngster that is..)
He could take a good beating too, and could run like a gazelle.
The last time I saw him he was at Liverpool Magistrates Court, this must have been 1998-99 he hadnt changed a bit.
The rumour was that his Dad was a local JP or Judge, and that he looked after his son, so he was untouchable.
Also there were rumours of him chasing a lad onto the railway line at Southport Station who subsequently died........(shrugs)
Sorry I havent read all the links so this may just be urban myth.
He was a bit like a black Benny Hill on steroids, wherever he went he was running after a gang of lads.....(Starts humming the Benny Hill tune) LOL
**** me this queer was seriously seriously scary I had a couple of run ins with him when I was younger so much so I steered clear of the city centre. he once walked into the solicitors my ex worked in to talk to someone about investing money in shares after he won some compensation from a thrown out case. I remember freaking out when he came it and made my excuses to leave. really hope someone shivs him real soon
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