20 Problems Only People From Southampton Will Understand
15. The Abundance Of Local Legends
Every city has them - but surely Southampton has more than most? There's Backpack Girl and Headphones Jogger (who may or may not once have dramatically foiled an attempted mugging, only to job off, oversized cans presumably blaring his own superhero theme music). There's the Happy Hot Dog Man, selling unlicensed vaguely meat-based snacks in Above Bar for years, flinging his hands in the air and singing along to his incredibly loud Christian music. He was fined hundreds of pounds this month, which seems excessive. The music's not that annoying. There's The Laughing Legend, who's apparently been around since the seventies, limping around Portswood and the city centre in his cheap suit, with the wild and crazy eyes, cackling at people and engaging strangers in completely random conversation. And there's the silk-shirted regular at Jumpin' Jaks for a decade or more, always the first on and last off the dancefloor, whose tragic death in 2012 united the city in mourning. His name was Kenny... but we'll always remember this complete gent as The Spinny Man. Rest In Power, buddy.
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