I knew a pretty strange bloke who liked to make cat hats outta cat skins, he used to wear a tee shirt with “Neighbours cats make great hats” emblazoned across the front.
Into collecting road kill, taxidermy and bone carving, he lived in what we called his house of horrors.
Amongst the decorative delights was a big jar of kittens, At one stage he managed to some how questionably legally import a quantity of human bones,.
He, even had a horrid old Bedford van, that featured some poor bastard’s leg bone fashioned into a gear leaver.
Over a period of years I tried to help him, teach him skills and get him work. But it would always fall in a heap, he couldn’t play nice with the other children. A pity as he was a great worker but just too disruptive, argumentative and tend to go off on a tangent.
These days I tend to avoid this bloke like the plague, not because of his eccentric macabre hobbies, but because he’s truly a nut job lunatic and a menace to society.
In times past he would’ve been locked up where he could get proper treatment, for his and everyone else’s good. But in this enlightened age he can be a free range menace, never taking his medication.
"Keep calm, relax, focus on the problem & PULL THE BLOODY TRIGGER"