On June 30th, 2005, ten people escaped into the mountains looking for a better way to live. This is what they found:
The first to crack was a tall, thin Italian man with huge, sad looking eyes that resembled huge, sad looking jellyfish. This anemic man was practically useless to the whole expedition, and, realising this, went slowly insane.
The second was too stupid to see beyond the carrot dangled in front of her carthorse eyes. Her friend was lazy and inept and slept constantly.
Two were murdered by two murderers.
The eighth, on noting the imbecility of the first, the resounding work ethic of the second, the utter laziness of the third and needing some sort of a system to organise the burial of the fourth and the fifth, stopped writing poems and stories and started drafting a constitution.
First things first: the murderers were murdered by the emerging State, which turned on itself, killing the eighth.
The last two, fleeing, and bolstered by true love, went home and had children... who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children, who had children...
For Pound Sterling - inflexibility may have saved his life
Written on Wednesday, 5 October 2005