I'm not talking about Mad Jack Fuller, but Mad Jack the senile, toothless eccentric who hangs around in the North Laines and chats to everybody who walks past.
Sometimes he goes into cafes and empies the charity box, other times he stands in the gardens at Marlborough Parade and directs the traffic.
Often he tells people that 'today is the 1st of May and Monday's the 1st of June.' Other times he tells you that 'today is his birthday.'
He's so famous he is even mentioned in the Cheeky Guide to Brighton.
What has become of him?
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