No Licence
Original ID : 3773 Created On : 2004-04-15 Last Modified : 2005-05-01
The unfortunately named Noel Licence was born to be given stick. In the middle of any activity whatsoever, someone would stop him, and say " you’ve got Noel Licence to do that “.
- 1st Year : Good-natured laughing along. - 2nd Year : Laughter stopped, joke wearily acknowledged with eyes rolled. - 3rd Year : Signs of frustration started appearing, some sarcastic laughter. - 4th Year : Verbal retaliations favoured over faux-laughter. - 5th Year : Physical development finally allowed for frequent violent reactions.
It was the ever-changing reactions which kept the game going - that and the fact he was fat and useless.