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I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.

(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Dyb dyb dob
I was ten years old and should have known better, but I found myself in the cub scouts, and thrust out onto the mean streets of our village during half-term doing Scout Job Week.

It's something you don't get much these days thanks to all kinds of moral panics, but back in the day, we thought nothing of knocking on a neighbour's door and asking if they wanted any odd jobs done. And if you got bummed to death by a paedo, you just brushed yourself down and put it down to experience.

So I knocked on the door of number forty, the home of two very respectable elderly sisters, Edith and Mary, and gave them the whole Scout Job Week spiel.

I weeded their garden for an hour, and sweating profusely, I was invited in to accept my payment.

Both were lounging about in the nightclothes, and I commented on an unusual arrangement of candles on the coffee table, next to a number of what can loosely be termed coffee table art books of a specialist nature.

They harrumphed, gave me my 5p (FIVE PENCE! For an hour's hard labour!), said how nice it was for a couple of lovely old sisters to trust young people in their home. Another harrumph, and I was propelled firmly into the street outside.

I asked my mum about Edith and Mary.

She looked at me with that 'You'll find out one day' look and said:

"They're not sisters."

Nope. Still clueless.
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 14:28, 3 replies)
"if you got bummed to death by a paedo, you just brushed yourself down and put it down to experience"

I remember knocking on random people's doors asking for sponsorship for a charity penalty shoot out competition when I was bout 8!
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 14:35, closed)
5p = one bob in old money
It was called "bob a job"
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:01, closed)
The going rate by the time I got started was 50p
Five pence - the tight old carpet-munchers!
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 18:46, closed)

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