Whilst walking into uni this morning, a very fragile looking old man, who I would have said was about, ermmmm... 80, fell over right infront of my feet. It was raining, and the ground was mega slippy, and he was struggling to pull himself up. So nice little helen here pulls him up by his arm. Only to recieve a nice indiscreet b*ll*cking.... :x "I CAN MANAGE MYSELF. GET OFF!!" :x Had I carried on walking, I'm sure he would have shouted just as loudly, thanks to his useless ageing cloth ears.... :x THE YOUTH OF TODAY !! PFFFFFT !! :x You just can't win. I should have stole his pension or something... then it would have been worth being shouted at in public. Old gone-off prune.