Ernie McCulloch (not sure of the spelling) was up on his soap box every Sunday evening back in the 50's talking a lot of garbled nonsense, but mainly political rather than religious. I heckled him to "get to the point" once and he was most put out. Another regular was Little Jackie Win, a diminutive figure dressed in jockey's silks and riding boots, selling tips for, I think, sixpence. These comprised the race and the name of a horse on a screwed up bit of paper. You had to promise not to open it until you got home.