There's a dear chap called the Puppet Man in Norwich UK who sings along to ancient Elvis tapes waving a bedraggled stuffed animal which may once have been a Teddy bear. He's been there at least thirty years, as I remember him back in 1980. I spoke to him the other day, and he was upset because some youngsters had shouted 'paedophile' at him, and someone from Primark had told him to f*** off. He's not mentally well, and wasn't sure what he should do. My heart ached for him. He's quite famous, and his photo is in a few jokey books about 'Normal for Norfolk' and ' Exciting Things to See in Norwich' etc. I gave him a few bob and a hug (not enjoyable as he's very smelly!) and told him he had every right to be there, as he predated Primark. These funny characters (there are a few here in Norwich) add flavour to the street scene for me. Why do some lowlife feel the need to torment them and shout abuse etc.? They're harmless and quite vulnerable. I shall be sad when he's no longer singing his Elvis numbers and waving his Teddy.