Singing Ken, Gloucester
Ken was one of the greatest, if not the greatest, Gloucester street legend I can remember. He spent his time standing proudly outside Icelands, weearing the same string vest, stained jogging bottoms and trainers, drinking cheap cans of grogg and repeatedly giving his powerful, if somewhat tuneless, rendition of "He ain't heavy, he's my brother...". This was usually met by a volley of assorted trash from the youngsters who claimed they were just adding to his collection. Ken's usual retort of "Fug ov ya joblesss bastards" would always bring a strange warmth to the cockles of my heart. Not been seen for some time now however, so perhaps he's been taken to the great hobo track in the sky.
submitted by Dave

Mad Eli, Somerset
Mad Eli's highly decorated basement has now been taken down, having brought fun to the grandeur of Great Pulteney Street for around twenty years. It was a local tradition to throw coins into his courtyard for charity, and he raised tens of thousands over the
years by putting items like a giant Donald Duck and dozens of Action Men around for people to throw coins at. He used to be an all-in wrestler and organised loads of bouts for good causes as well. A thoroughly nice man, good to kids and as mad as a fucking hatter.
submitted by Dave Jones

One Eyed Tramp, Gloucester
dont know where he goes or comes from in the winter as hes only ever seen in the summer. has a habbit of being very violent and attacking people sat outside pubs minding there own business although im yet too see or hear of him punching anyone usualy runs up to some bloke sat down grabs a chair brolly whatever is near table and chucks it and then shouts what you looking at and walks off. original nutter
Submitted by Steve