No Licence
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".
It was the ever-changing reactions which kept the game going - that and the fact he was fat and useless.
- 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.
written by Sa*che* Med*rl*n, approved by Log