The fast walker doesn't have any internet coverage thus far, so I thought I'd give him his own mention. He was a part of Auckland folklore in the mid 1990's. What was so special about him? The name says it all. I one had a fleeting glimpse of him walking really really fast up one of those steep streets that run between queen street and Hobson Street. He wore sunglasses and his hair was greying, slightly balding (?) and unfashionably bobbed. He short sleeved shirt was tucked firmly into his grey trousers, which were pulled up a little to high around his waist for someone his age. He carried a black briefcase and his arms pumped up and down like a clockwork robot on speed.
He appeared in many different places at different times of the day and was gone before you could get a good look at him. I might try to draw a picture of him to scan and put on this page.
I was told that he had tutted loudly and disapprovingly at jay-walkers.
Why was he in such a hurry?
Was he a superhero in training?
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I met a what i can only believe was his super hero in training alter ego or nemesis. I was working at a petrol station in Lower Hutt when i met the man named Peter Folwler or as i chose to call him Peter the pie eater because he allways had pie dripped down the front of his navy blue tracksuit. Im not sure if he washed his clothes or if he managed to drip pie down his front every single day. He chose to spend his "resting" time leaning on the counter at the petrol station, he new all the staff and allow seemingly retarded liked to give personal advice where he could to both staff and customers ( much to the annoyance of both). Any way the point being this man is the "SLOW WALKER" when not leaning on the counter of the ludlam mobil he walks slowly about the dark streets of Lower Hutt pie in hand , snarling at passers by...where he goes and what his mission is no one knows but rumer has it he works in the griffens buisket factory by day, weather this be true or not i do not know but regardless the thought of him drooling and dripping pie into the chocolate chip cookie mixture still haunts me to this very day. Some nights I wake up screaming at night in a cold sweat before realising how lucky I am glad that i have long since escaped the shadow of Peter the pie eater.
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