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Does anyone remember the shriveled old woman in a curly blond wig and stripey knee socks? She'd hang around Brighton station and would approach young men then make an ok sign then lick her circled finger and thumb. I have to confess I wasn't tempted by her sexual allure.

If it's the same Carl, funny, gay, from Storrington? I think it was a heart attack about 1992 when still very young.

An old school mate, the late and lovely Carl Wilton worked there in the late 80s.