Then there was Jacqui, she wore massive hats and shouted at traffic.
Then there was Mrs. Christmas who tapped everything round the town as she was walking.
There’s the All-year Santa in Portrush. That’s not his official title, not sure if he has one.
Haven’t seen him in a while, though. Fuck…
Hank tomato ballix.
Fake nun Anna.
We used to have ‘Clint’ in Dungannon – would see him after school waiting for our buses home in the square
Glasgow has the jogging Bierhoff, ie a guy who is only ever seen jogging and always wears an ancient German football shirt with Oliver Bierhoff’s name on the back.
Elvis Pelvis
Michael and Louise Owen, massive Liverpool fans who changed their name by deed poll and she used to carry a fake baby and dog and would flash at the security forces. They aren’t married but are ‘kissing cousins’ (they ride each other and are literally cousins). We also had Black Willy who was a tramp but he vanished 20 odd years ago. The dog poisoner who walks the town in her tan American tights clutching a Jack Russell, she poisoned dogs in the park in the 90s. Very educated lady (believe she was a lawyer) but lives in squalor and personal hygiene is lacking. Used to have a lady called ‘punk rock granny’. Wee Norman the dwarf (RIP) was a crabbit so and so and attended every funeral and church service going to fill his pockets with sandwiches and traybakes to see him right for the week. Was barred from a lot of shops for shoplifting.
Ahhh Lurgan, never fails to impress.
Spiderprod in comber
The White Nun has moved to Bradford. My son is devastated.
Dublin Mick… used to hangout on the Antrim Road at Newington
There’s too many to count in Belfast but growing up in Newry it was Marty Bogroll. A man who broke down after the death of his wife and cycles around the town all day every day, I genuinely saw him every day from I was a child until I moved out of the town. Bet his calf muscles could crush the universe itself, he’s been cycling pretty much non stop since the 80’s.
The Pigeon Man in Lisburn, think he got an ASBO? Haven’t seen him in a long time but he was surrounded by all sorts of rumours, apparently a millionaire…
We had “The Roof Inspector” Poor guy with a sight impediment that made him look like he was looking up at an angle all the time. He actually was a council employee!
The bike twins, Antrim.
Jim the Skin. He tried to hang himself using a pair of shoe laces. They were too weak and snapped, causing him to fall and break his legs. He was seen rolling around the Waterworks grabbing swans in order to kill and skin them for dinner.
Dancing Bob.
I’m from Coleraine and there was a fella in the 90s known about town with a massive head. Everyone knew him by his full name so I’m not going to post it here and dox him but I think I about it every time I’m back up home.
He’s dead now but ours was Dublin mick
Anyone remember the guy who used to cycle in the hot pink, spandex shorts and boob tube? Saw him in Newtownabbey but have saw sightings of him over East too!
Lumpy custard use to sit outside tesco in dunmurry
I’d say Derrys’ would be a toss up between Tights and Gutsy
DJ Finney
Dublín Mick on the Antrim road near Newington.
Vincent the drummer in Newcastle, turns up to every wake for free food and played the drums at fossets circus every summer
Last time this came up I said the Violin Trumpet man in Belfast so this time I’ll point to the smelly bin bag folding chair man who commutes between East Belfast and the city centre and back again all day along and can be smelled from the other side of the road.
Our local character in Lurgan died last year, always tried to get the bus fare off you for a non existent hospital appointment, can’t remember his name, any fellow Lurganites know who I’m on about?, had a southern accent.
Miss the Hooting Nanny, Maghera
Newry’s Marty Bogroll
Marty bog roll
We had a guy called “good day Donal”. Wee old man who wore wooly jumpers with holes and a tie over the top. Would always say it’s a good day for the ducks when it was raining
Just over the border in the Finn Valley, but Herbie Reid in the Twin Towns. He was famous for having shot out his TV when he saw the Indians were chasing after John Wayne.
Happened back in my mums time and was still making the rounds when I was in secondary school.
Passed away a couple years back.
Victor in Ballymena in the 80s & 90s. Think he got himself cleaned up for a while, but has long since passed on.
33 comments
Used to live in Bangor.
It was Gerry and Julie for the longest time.
Then there was Jacqui, she wore massive hats and shouted at traffic.
Then there was Mrs. Christmas who tapped everything round the town as she was walking.
There’s the All-year Santa in Portrush. That’s not his official title, not sure if he has one.
Haven’t seen him in a while, though. Fuck…
Hank tomato ballix.
Fake nun Anna.
We used to have ‘Clint’ in Dungannon – would see him after school waiting for our buses home in the square
Glasgow has the jogging Bierhoff, ie a guy who is only ever seen jogging and always wears an ancient German football shirt with Oliver Bierhoff’s name on the back.
Elvis Pelvis
Michael and Louise Owen, massive Liverpool fans who changed their name by deed poll and she used to carry a fake baby and dog and would flash at the security forces. They aren’t married but are ‘kissing cousins’ (they ride each other and are literally cousins). We also had Black Willy who was a tramp but he vanished 20 odd years ago. The dog poisoner who walks the town in her tan American tights clutching a Jack Russell, she poisoned dogs in the park in the 90s. Very educated lady (believe she was a lawyer) but lives in squalor and personal hygiene is lacking. Used to have a lady called ‘punk rock granny’. Wee Norman the dwarf (RIP) was a crabbit so and so and attended every funeral and church service going to fill his pockets with sandwiches and traybakes to see him right for the week. Was barred from a lot of shops for shoplifting.
Ahhh Lurgan, never fails to impress.
Spiderprod in comber
The White Nun has moved to Bradford. My son is devastated.
Dublin Mick… used to hangout on the Antrim Road at Newington
There’s too many to count in Belfast but growing up in Newry it was Marty Bogroll. A man who broke down after the death of his wife and cycles around the town all day every day, I genuinely saw him every day from I was a child until I moved out of the town. Bet his calf muscles could crush the universe itself, he’s been cycling pretty much non stop since the 80’s.
The Pigeon Man in Lisburn, think he got an ASBO? Haven’t seen him in a long time but he was surrounded by all sorts of rumours, apparently a millionaire…
We had “The Roof Inspector” Poor guy with a sight impediment that made him look like he was looking up at an angle all the time. He actually was a council employee!
The bike twins, Antrim.
Jim the Skin. He tried to hang himself using a pair of shoe laces. They were too weak and snapped, causing him to fall and break his legs. He was seen rolling around the Waterworks grabbing swans in order to kill and skin them for dinner.
Dancing Bob.
I’m from Coleraine and there was a fella in the 90s known about town with a massive head. Everyone knew him by his full name so I’m not going to post it here and dox him but I think I about it every time I’m back up home.
He’s dead now but ours was Dublin mick
Anyone remember the guy who used to cycle in the hot pink, spandex shorts and boob tube? Saw him in Newtownabbey but have saw sightings of him over East too!
Lumpy custard use to sit outside tesco in dunmurry
I’d say Derrys’ would be a toss up between Tights and Gutsy
DJ Finney
Dublín Mick on the Antrim road near Newington.
Vincent the drummer in Newcastle, turns up to every wake for free food and played the drums at fossets circus every summer
Last time this came up I said the Violin Trumpet man in Belfast so this time I’ll point to the smelly bin bag folding chair man who commutes between East Belfast and the city centre and back again all day along and can be smelled from the other side of the road.
Our local character in Lurgan died last year, always tried to get the bus fare off you for a non existent hospital appointment, can’t remember his name, any fellow Lurganites know who I’m on about?, had a southern accent.
Miss the Hooting Nanny, Maghera
Newry’s Marty Bogroll
Marty bog roll
We had a guy called “good day Donal”. Wee old man who wore wooly jumpers with holes and a tie over the top. Would always say it’s a good day for the ducks when it was raining
Just over the border in the Finn Valley, but Herbie Reid in the Twin Towns. He was famous for having shot out his TV when he saw the Indians were chasing after John Wayne.
Happened back in my mums time and was still making the rounds when I was in secondary school.
Passed away a couple years back.
Victor in Ballymena in the 80s & 90s. Think he got himself cleaned up for a while, but has long since passed on.