He was getting money out of one of the cash machines at the side of Borders on Buchanan Street.
He turned around to look at some student guy who was walking past. I couldn’t see the scarecrow’s face and I couldn’t hear if he said anything, but whatever he did produced an embarrassed smile from the student. I reckon it was a cheeky wink.
Wait a minute…
What’s he doing with money?
And a bank account?
And a bank card, with a pin number to be remembered?
He’s got is sussed.
He’s a cunt!
He stole it.
He was probably trying to use a Tesco loyalty card he found on the street.
Excellent, I’m glad you’re reusing old topics cos I saw him get off a train at Queen St. We’re starting to build up a profile of this guy now, bank customer and public transport passenger, I almost feel I know him now.
I’d guess this is further evidence that he’s not anywhere near as mental as he’d like folk to think. If he was standing there having a conversation with the bank machine, or thinking it was some sort of communication device that lets him talk direct to god then aye i’d say he was mental, but using a bank card/remembering his pin/lifting money etc then naw….that’s not mental, just plain normal.
I’ve seen him a number of times but had the good (or bad) fortune to get a right proper look at him once when i was standing waiting to cross at the traffic lights along Argyle Street. So he’s covered in neon from head to toe. He wears a long skirt/kilt thing and those mustard coloured boots. He’s also got a mad hat made out of straws or whatever it is. Oh, and lets not forget the face paint.
The thing is this. The majority of folk that suffer any kind of mental health problem generally don’t dress to impress – sure, they might draw attention to themselves in other ways but they don’t go out their way to draw attention to themselves by looking like an accident in a workwear shop.
I don’t doubt Electric Scarecrow has a few issues, but he’s certainly not as fucked up as he looks. Any cunt can stick a skirt and hi-vis vest on, daub some paint on his cheeks, and walk the streets shouting random comments like “whit you lookin at, ah’ve got a boyfriend ?” at passers by. It doesn’t mean you’re mental, it just means you’re a fanny.
One thing. I reckon the Department of Transport could employ him as some kind of road sign. He’d certainly be a far cheaper alternative to that new £50,000 mobile sign half way up the expressway that says things like “DON’T. DRINK & DRUGS DRIVE” or “GLASGO_W. 2014″.
what is this ‘electric scarecrow’ that you all speak of? he sounds crap but i guess that others will say he is outstanding in his field?
Perhaps withdrawing some electric funds, from the Acid Casualty Mutual – The Bank That Likes to Say “There are spiders crawling all over me and out of my mouth”. He’s a scary cunt right enough. Maybe his acid casualty allowance gets put in the bank for him every week, to keep him in shellsuits?
He was probably writing music with the keypad.
No way has he got money…….apart from the money scabby sweaty guys that like rent boys pay him for shafting him up the dirt box.
I’d like to see a fight between the Electric Scarecrow and John Smeaton. The only flaw in planning that bout is that Smeato’s secret identity is actually the Electric Scarecrow.
Never seen them both in the same place at the same time and if you look closely at the clips of Smeato being interviewed after that laughable attempt at terrorism, you can see he forgot to take off his Electric Scarecrow hi-vis vest. Dead fuckin’ give-away that one.
I suppose the fight would have bene pish anyway, as Smeato would stand in the ring while somebody else tried to knock fuck out the Scarecrow (no shortage of volunteers for that) and he’d claim victory at the end.
He’s got a web page on MySpace. He likes the Shamen an Erasure. And he’s gay.
http://www.myspace.com/electricscarecrow
Dave, i pissed myself at that, for the first time in ages, on my own, laughing out loud. Cheers.
did you stick one on the cunt ?
deadprez Says:
December 16th, 2007 at 3:12 pm |
what is this ‘electric scarecrow’ that you all speak of? he sounds crap but i guess that others will say he is outstanding in his field?
I use that joke everytime I meet someone new. They never laugh.
I recon the scarcrow actually came from a minted background, you know like his da is like some lord somebody and owns some stately home and the scarcrow was the rebel son of RAVE! So he’s probably just gettin his alowance from his da Lord Electric scarcrow of mull.
Someone should invite him round to their house for Christmas dinner, just to see what happens.
I did a search for electric scarecrow and he’s got a myspace and his mates look aff their tits as well!! It may be a fake made up by someone but it has sightings and requests pictures of ES sightings… WTF
I don’t think that’s the real guy, I think that’s just a fan. An ElectroCrow fan.
Yvonne Says:
December 17th, 2007 at 9:22 am
I use that joke everytime I meet someone new. They never laugh.
i thought the link of the ‘scarecrow’ to the ‘field’ would actually have some validity with this offering but i do take your point. i have gauged the humour with a quick straw poll of some of my closest friends. the result? i am a cock.
the guy likes to hang about in the rs mccolls on byres rd sometimes, where he is tolerated and chatted to by some of the staff.
on a simliar local-oddball-hanging-about-in-shop note, that cunt shahbaz off big brother was often seen in the petrol station opposite firebird, and usually talking a lot of nonsense.
perhaps every shop has one…?
i think this is his cousin.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1nzEFMjkI4
i saw him down the saltmarket bout a fortnight ago. he was starin in a thrift shop window. he eyeballed as i walked towards him but there was no fuckin way i was makin eye contact. cos thats exactly what the bastard wanted. i fell for it before and he asked me some random question like ‘here, whit do benches weigh?’.
i reckon hes at it anaw. attention seekin cunt.
Who is this guy? I am an avid visitor of limmy.com and I have never heard of him. Have I been unwittingly abducted by aliens, and the only part of my memory they haven’t dealt with concerns this website?
He’s Cheryl Crow’s brother and she pay’s him to stay the fuck away from her.
I’m forever seeing this chunt in and around Shawlands. The last time I saw him was a couple of months ago at the bus stop at Eglinton Toll. My bus had just changed drivers when he appeared and started dancing (happy hardcore style) towards the bus.
The new driver clocked him & obviously thought “Nah, fuck that” and started to drive off. Monsieur Scarecrow was undeterred by this setback though, and simply started dancing back in the direction from whence he came. Probably looking for someone else to terrorise.
My flatmate also came face-to-face with him when he was working in the Sony Centre on Pollokshaws Road. Apparently the EC came in one day with his wee ned brother(!) to purchase some headphones. He started trying to haggle over the price, then tried to open the pack so he could “try them oot” before he eventually gave up & bought ‘em.
Obviously, being the perennial jake that he is, he was none too happy about paying full whack for his new cans.
I was beginning to think I was imagining him.
Guy fuckin terrifies me.
I was trying to figure out who this guy was until I got a flash back from June when I was outside the bier hall on Gt Western road. I turned around while on the phone to see the cunt, hands pressed against the glass of a slow moving bus, flicking his tongue at me and those sitting outside sipping their strong continentals.
Mike S, I’ve seen the guy in the BP boot Shabaz out on his erse before cause he kept trying to grab his arse.
That’s him for those that don’t know:
http://www.bebo.com/PhotoAlbumBig.jsp?PageNbr=1&MemberId=4328592867&PhotoAlbumId=4838750651&PhotoId=4838750563
A bit late, but he was in Central Station, maybe 3 weeks back, midday. He sat beside me and looked pissed off when I took out a magazine and ignored him.
About a month ago. Engaging the litter police in conversation.
http://www.oaka.net/ElectricScarecrow.JPG
Right, i’m sure that wanker came up to me and my mates in freshers week in 2002, but he wasn’t dressed like the way he is now but he was still dressed like a weirdo. He was giving us all this gay banter, saying he’d lick our arses for money and that, none of us were from glasgow, we all thought what the fuck is going on here. Anyway, i was about to smack him then thought i might get aids so went up to the police and told them to et rid of the dirty bastard (they were already arresting somebody for fighting). The stupid bastards that are the Strathclyde police told me that if i didn’t want to get arrested myself, i better shut up and go away, and i wasn’t even being a prick for a change. EC = Gay nuisance, Strathy Police = Useless
This guy is a fruitcake.
He came into my work one day and spoke in at least three different accents.
He kept saying “I love the song Private Dancer but I never was one”.
he was on my bus one day and stood at the front with both hands on his hips looking directly towards the folk sitting down. he then produced a lipstick and mirror and decided to not only paint his lips, but also felate this purple end. then he came on to every guy on the bus, and noised up a woman sitting in the single seat at the front because she was trying her best to ignore him. he also had his ghettoblaster with him which was playing a selection of tuneless music. he bammed up each female he could make eye contact with, then proceeded to chat up the bus driver, tellin him he “could have him anyday” and saying he was “pure gorgeous”. upon exiting the bus, he stood for a few minutes without stepping off and then follwed two schoolboys with intent. i believe he is fae the Drum.
Me and my pal sat right next to him the other night in La Ferti’s pub in Hope Street (or Lafferty’s as I call it). He was with a guy and a girl. They were just having a quiet drink – no mentalness at all. Every time he went outside for a fag he asked us to watch his shopping (3 bags), and he did the same for us. Then he started putting on his mascara and asked me if he looked ok, to which I winked and said ‘aye, lovely’.
HA ha this guy is a legend. What Dani described above happened to me when i was driving the bus in town 1 day.
He’s accually a quite intelligent guy. I was talkin 2 him for about 30 mins at a terminus once and he’s not as crazy as he likes to think lol..
He stole it.