Lizzie.
We are miles apart and don`t know each other, but you have just brought a smile to my face, I know exactly who you are talking about with the exception of the family, I can`t bring them to mind this morning.
The first time I saw the mimic man, I just wondered why everyone was in hysterics around me, and then I nearly wet my pants with laughing at him...he ought to be on the TV in one of these "game for a laugh" type programmes on a saturday night.
I call him Mustafa.

..tall thin guy with long hair in a ponytail, a beard and "arabic" looking....when he mimics someone pushing a pram, it`s hillarious.
The Winston guy...yep small in height, always very smartly dressed, usually with dark trousers, wearing shoes that you could use as a mirror and the brightest flambouyant tops, plenty of gold and boy does he smell nice when he wafts past you... he has a "western" type black moustache that nearly touches his lower jaw bone...he was there in December because my hubby said something like "he`s been here a few years" as he passed us....you call him Pancho Billy, we call him Don Miquel
What about the poor soul who is deformed, he walks around on crutches begging, I `m sure something could be done for him, a new hip joint and his legs put in alignment facing the right way...although someone once told me that he is just double jointed, that I`m not sure about, but he is always out and about on Market days begging.
The elderly man.... I know who you mean, but we didn`t see him on the last visit

there`s also a couple with the man in a motorised mobility scooter, and his wife stands on the back behind him on a piece of wood with wheels attached, that has been adapted and hooked on to the scooter...a bit like a skateboard....they come charging up the prom daily...and YOU have to get out of their way.
Blinkin heck, the world is a small place.
Besos xxx
Sanji