Every city seems to have its own characters, people who’ve decided to distinguish themselves in some particular way so that everybody knows them.  There’s a man in Vancouver who dresses completely in string, and a woman who covers herself in ash, called the Grey Lady. I haven’t seen Elvis around for a while, nor the Duck Lady, who is really the Goose Lady, or the man who does one-handed pushups, 10 for a dollar.

San Francisco has the Red Man, who paints himself red, the Twins — elderly twins who dress exactly the same, and the Space Lady, who sings along with Major Tom on her portable Casio keyboard. New York has the Purple Man and the Sunshine Man (who wears just the tiniest g-string, even in winter).

This here is Tentacle Man in London, captured by pixietart.  I’ve left the comments open so you can tell us (and hopefully show us photos!) of the characters from your town.