[The Saucepan Man]

Thank you, Eruanna. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

Scott was a good looking lad. This was evident from the fact that he was always surrounded by a mob of fine young ladies, continually telling him what a good body he had. Certainly, he was not chubby in the least.

As a result of all this attention, he became rather headstrong and took to racing his sporty coupe down the street, burning rubber as he went. Some thought his behaviour rather retro. Personally, however, I quite admired the guy.

Many wondered how Scott, on his meagre salary, managed to maintain his youthful good looks. His secret lay in his bag, which he took with him wherever he went. One day, a particularly inquisitive old man had asked him what was in the bag. "Ginseng", Scott had replied "I mix it in a secret concoction, which I take daily, together with a custard bun, cereal and a measure of brandy". Bucking the trend, he had come up with his own secret recipe for eternal youth.

And ever after, his name became a byword for youth, some might say a symbol. Geriatrics would queue up outside his door and would pay hansomely for his elixir. Indeed, all the townspeople had wanted a go, old and young alike.

There are thirteen words in words, all related. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]