Legendary local tramp who seemed to be based in the local scrap metal dealer. Fundamental to the legend of Chicken George is that he was actually a millionaire (honestly, a 17 year old boy with a scooter who hangs around with 12 year old girls says so). We found out later on in life that Chicken George had a Godly omnipresence, or moved around frequently, as he seems to have been the legendary local tramp for schoolchildren covering a twenty-mile radius.

What Andy left out was the reason Chicken George (or the local equivalent) gave up all his money to roam the streets, shitting himself. Why he left his wife and three children to bark at strangers. The reasons I have heard are (1) that he had a mental breakdown and forgot who he was (2) he had had the rapture, and was now barking for God, and (3) possessions hadn't brought him happiness. The last one, I think, was spread about by parents who didn't want to buy you things.

Muttering John walked up and down the street sipping coffee and talking to himself because he was a famous 1980s Wall Street tycoon who had overdosed on cocaine, leading to a mental breakdown and a life on the streets. If got close enough to hear what he was saying, you'd discover his brilliant stock tips that could turn you, too, into a millionaire.

In my area the local tramp was this guy with a bad leg. There was this one bench he slept on and in the end the police taped it off. It had something on it-blood or shit, one of the two-and the poor kids played on it. But one day me and my mates were walking back through town and this nurse told us to buy some milk for him. Before we had a chance to say no, she gave us £2 to buy it. We bought him the crappy milk, and then we ran away. Before he was there, it was a guy named ''Dunken Danny''. He used to stand in the corner of the shopping centre and get pissed. He got hit on the head with a frying pan and died.

There was a guy where I grew up called the Chicken Man, but this was because he actually had a chicken. He'd cycle around town with a cage above his rear wheel, containing a live chicken. We always assumed it was the same well-loved chicken that he was taking for a ride, although in retrospect he could have been ferrying a neverending procession of chickens to his special chicken murdering spot.