Not the Mancunian activist
The legend of Glasgow's Kelvingrove park and anywhere in stumbling distance of said park
He's lived in my block of flats for 12 years and likes to bang on our door every so often asking to come in or if we'd like a sniff of his poppers
Anyway, I've decided the man is actually a genius trapped inside the body of a weary junkie stuck in the 80's. Sometimes he talks in tongues.
Here he is on youtube:
He told me the other day that the opposite of paranoia is PROnoia.