Norwich, year 2055. An old man sits by the fireside, gazing out over the water covered

landscape outside, from his house built on stilts. Global warming has caused the whole of East Angia to flood you see. Jet cars and people with jet back packs fly past. But I digress.

The old man, beckons his granchildren to him. He says he has a story to tell them, something marvellous, unique and exciting that he was lucky enough to have happen to him in his lifetime. He feels now is the time to share it with his young grandchildren as his time is running out.

That old man will be me. My story?

Starting off the thread that contained pants 100,00th post.

Posted By: jafski, Sep 9, 12:10:56