when I was a kid growing up in canvey island there was a guy called pinky, lived in a shack he had built from junk and painted pink. We used to shout "PINKY!" when we went past on our bikes, he would come running out shouting gibberish

Where I am now (welwyn garden city in herts) we have a massive fat lady, in her 40s I guess, with a shaven head always pushing a old lady trolley.

We also have Captin Panshanger. He is amazing, about 40, big anorak and massive headphones. He came up with his name himself (panshanger is one of the estates), he has a t-shirt with it on and everything. He is cool thou, has raised loads of money for charity, and is always in the paper. We reckon hes got some really dark past though