I thought you might like to hear this story, since it pertains to ourfavourite distro and also to our shop's products.

Picture the scene, if you will: A man, bearded, long-haired,dashingly^Whandsome^W generally me-like, walks through the centre ofLancaster on a busy Wednesday afternoon. He's wearing, proudly, theUbuntu Hoodie as purchased from the very wonderful Canonical shop forthe small sum of roughly twenty of your human pounds.

He passes a group of school kids, perhaps fifteen or so in age, who areloitering with malice aforethought in what passes for the city's mainsquare.

An exchange* follows, with the following dramatis personae:

• KID #1: Stereotypical straggly-haired youth: acne-ridden and squeaky of voice.
• KID #2: Second stereotypical straggly-haired youth, but with less acne and wearing braces on his teeth.
• MAN: Our Ubuntu-hoodie-wearing hero.

KID #1: Mate! 'Scuse me mate!

MAN: Hamnoo?

KID #1: Does it say "Ubuntu" on your top?

MAN: Yep.

KID #1: Cool! Ubuntu rocks!

MAN: Glad you like it. You've tried it then?

KID #1: Yeah. Like, I have to run Windows for school, right, but yeah, I play wi't Live CD for, wassisname – Gutsy. Liked it.

KID #2: What's Ubun-thing?

KID #1: It's like Windows but not, you know, a bag of shite, like.

KID #2: Cool. It's cool, right?

KID #1: Yeah, it's well sick**. I'll get you a CD of t'internet if you want.

KID #2: Yeah, cool.

MAN: You can get CDs made if you want to give it out to your mates. [gives shipit address and details]

KID #1: Yeah, I'll do that. Cheers

… and our hero wanders off into the sunset***, happy to have helpedspread the word a little further.

Footnotes:

• * I've edited out the less intelligible East-Lancs dialect so as to make this readable for anyone who's not me.
• ** 'Sick' is, I'm told by my other half, who's a trainee teacher, the new yoof speak for 'Good'.
• *** Well, Woolworth's, but you get the idea.