“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968


Wednesday, 23 December 2009

A Christmas Tale.

Once upon a time there was a handsome (but not very bright) prince who decided to show his sympathy for the poor homeless people who had to sleep out on the streets by spending a night sleeping out in the city himself. The members of the Royal Guard who had to sleep out with him were not very pleased but it made what the Town Crier used to call "good copy" and improved the princess popularity rating. Some people said that the prince had inherited his interest in charity from his mother who had been a beautiful (but not very bright) princess much loved by the common (and not very bright) people. From his father, the eco-friendly (but not very bright) Prince Regent, the prince was due to inherit huge wealth. Yet more wealth was held by the prince's (not very bright) grandmother, The Queen. The people loved their queen and always looked forward to her Christmas Message but some of her subjects had been heard muttering that it might have been better if the Royal Family had let all the homeless people sleep in one of the Royal Palaces and mansions by giving the property to Crisis at Christmas. That way EVERYONE, including the prince, could sleep in the warm. A Very Merry Christmas to each and every one of you.

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