Advice from Old PeopleSometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
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chthonic, Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
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Scene One. In which HAPPYLITTLETULIP and ANCRENNE get into some trouble.It is a lovely day in b3taland. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. HLT is skipping down the street, thinking about kittens.
HLT: I love kittens! They are so fluffeh! Ooh. I wonder if I put any pants on this morning? *checks* Oh. No, I didn’t. Never mind. Oh look! There’s Ancrenne!
For it is she.
Ancrenne: Hello HLT! How nice to see you! Look, I made you some sticky buns.
HLT: Lovely to see you to Ancrenne. Wow! Sticky buns! *buries face in Ancrenne’s sticky buns* *nomnomnoms*.
Ancrenne: Careful now.
HLT: Oh Ancrenne, I do so love your sticky buns. But tell me, you aren’t wearing any shoes. Why is this?
Ancrenne: *looks at feet* Oh noes! I am indeed barefoot! Someone must have stolen my shoes! *cries*
HLT: *cries* But who would do such a thing! You’re so pretty!
Ancrenne: Yes, I know. Look, there’s a policeman over there. Let us report this shoe related crime to him.
HLT: Yes, let’s. And look. His helmet is all shiny.
They approach the policeman. His helmet is indeed very shiny.
HLT: Constable! Oh, constable!
Ancrenne: No, I shaved this morning.
Policeman: ‘Elloelloello! Woss all this then?
HLT&Ancrenne: Please Mr Policeman, we wish to report a crime.
Policeman: Hay crime?
HLT: Yes, look, my friend has had her shoes stolen. Gosh, your helmet is so shiny Mr Policeman!
Policeman: Why thenk you modom. Hi polish hit hevery day in case hany ladies wish to hadmire hit. Would you like to ‘ave a stroke hof it?
HLT: *shocks* Why no, I would not! *pokes tongue out*
Ancrenne: And what about my shoes? They have been stoled, possibly by a criminaller.
Policeman: Hin that case, Hi will ‘ave to haccompany you to the nick and give you a good going over in the hinterview room. Walk this way modom.
Ancrenne: Halp! Halp! I’m being stolen by a policeman! Oi! Stop poking me with your truncheon!
The policeman uses his truncheon to chivvy her along. HLT is left alone in the street.
HLT: Oh noes! A policeman has stolen Ancrenne! I’m all alone! What WILL I do? *cries*
End of scene one.
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