My parents told me his name was Charlie too and thats how we always knew him as..My mother always said she worked at Jordan & Cooks with him and his name was Charlie .
My Dad used to call him The Duke Of Shoreham, and we always used to wave at him.
Local legend
Another one, in Brighton this time, was Desmond. Tall black fellow, always off his head on alcohol - a gentle giant, and a regular around the Clock Tower area. He used to amble into Virgin Records quite regularly, and mumble to people with headphones on, sitting on the beanbags. RIP Desmond, and 'Horace'.
There's a bloke who stands at Maresfield McDonalds roundabout every morning when I drive past at c7.30am. Would love to know what he is doing.
There was an old bloke in the 90s who would walk along the double yellows on the road and wave at the bus drivers who would always wave back. Always had a smile on his face and often whistling. Forgot about him until I saw this. Cheerful chappie.
Sounds like Ted ArnoldIn the late 80s and early 90s there was a guy who was basically angry at everything, if you walked towards him he would shout at you and wave a platic bag at you, he was scruffy unkempt, wore a grey Mac whatever the weather and mainly walked along the seafront from the pier to the old dodgems at Peter pans .
A easy target for winding up and as I worked in the Concorde for a while saw him on a daily basis,struggling to fend off normality as we know it with a vengeance.
It was hard to strike up a conversation with him but later found out apparently he was suffering with PTSD and had been in the Falklands serving our country, which in those days upon return no doubt the country decided to forget about him .
I'm sure those of a certain age know who I'm talking about , I stopped seeing him around 1992 and have no idea what happened to him but in his own way he certainly was a character to remember .
blazer, straw boater, white gloves and a flower in his lapelDidn’t he dress as a clown with balloons at the roundabout?