Fast money
I once had a female friend called Carly who hung around with us geeks at school. Her mother didn’t like this fact, feeling that she was no making the best use of her school time to network and make friends with those who’s interests were more mainstream and would therefore undoubtedly turn her in to a better person when she left, free to leech off the government and pop sprogs out of her buttered loins.

Said mother would tut every time Carly wished to spend time with us at such fun events as LAN parties, but would make no further comment. During one idle lunchtime, we were discussing ways of making our hobbies bring in some money. In the middle of this, Carly announced that she was off to start her very own ISP! Off she marched home to research the necessary. Within three days, several large boxes arrived at her home and a BT engineer arrived to fit a dedicated data link. When asked what was going on Carly explained her master plan. Her mother’s response was a simple, disappointed shake of the head and a “T’ss Carly”.


Thankee, I’m here all moon.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Mon 9 Mar 2009, 16:20, Reply)