//Does anyone else remember Prince Monolulu, who used to walk round with a headdress of ostrich feathers?//
No I don't. But I remember the Hare Krishna mob who occupied a place in Soho Square and who paraded up and down Oxford Street ringing bells every day, dressed in pale orange robes. Wonder what happened to them? Then there was, for a time, a geezer wearing a kilt playing the bagpipes in the eastern end of the same street (between Tottenham Court road and Oxford Circus). He insisted on doing so whilst walking down the middle of the road. I saw him take a clip from a number 73 bus one day (the bus was heading for Hammersmith Broadway - before the route was shortened and diverted to Victoria) and he almost fell beneath the wheels of a black cab. Didn't see him much after that.