According to the Prince of Wales’s expert calculations we have only 94 months left to save the planet from the perils of Man Made Climate Change.
Today he urges that we all do our bit by walking and using public transport a bit more, and using our cars less. I think this is an utterly brilliant idea. Like the Prince, whenever I drive around the country in my motor car, I find myself being quite repelled by the ghastliness of so many other road users. Their accents are frightful, their driving habits slovenly and their choice of music leaves a great deal to be desired. Quite a few of them, one imagines, don’t even have valets to put their toothpaste on their toothbrushes of an evening.
Get ‘em off the road and into buses, say I. Preferably buses without windows so one doesn’t have to look at them when one drives past in one’s bio-fuel-powered Aston Martin. Or one’s Range Rover. Or one’s two Jaguars. Or one’s two Audis.
And while we’re about it, let’s stop them all from flying too, shall we? It’s not as though any of these people achieve anything useful on their holidays, like galvanising captains of industry into screwing their smaller-scale competitors with their promises of carbon emissions reductions or painting sensitive water colours of hills near Sienna or climbing up and down Lochnagar with a shepherd’s crook.
Before his climate change epiphany I quite liked the eccentric Charles. Up until then he could conduct his looniness to his hearts content, leaving the rest in peace.
Now?
He’d have us all bowing to wailing muezzins from real ‘islamic gardens’ whilst we revert to pre industrial revolution modes of existence.
Woad, the pox and those burka thingies seem a strange mix but if he had his way that’s how we’d all look whilst simultaneously chanting Spike Milligan ditties about nothing.
And this is the man who would be King? Give me George III any day. At least his madness had discernible humour.
I mean, whose last words had that densely impenetrable line, ‘Bugger Bogner’ contained within? In the words of Taleyrand, on hearing of the death of some other European statesman whose name eludes me, ‘What did he mean by that’?
His Royal Hootiness is full of shit – organic fair trade shit – but still shit. He made more sense when just used to talk to his plants.
Since the Prince of Wahabbis [Wales in Welsh] loves his Islamic oil runners, I say, we dunk the Pince of Wahabbis and the Duke of York in a tub of Pure BP North Sea Oil.
Yes, old charlie the coward, could’nt even protect his beautiful wife and mother of his boys, from his spurious oedipus complex, let alone his father’s ss assassins, he’s a full time flake.
He’s allowed the most sacred member of the Gorsedd’s educational tradition to be persecuted, abroad and slandered by the BBc here without a whisper of his duty to the people that lay down their very lives for the continuation of his ” queendom “.
Philip Sauvage, is the revered spiritual leader and cultural icon of Brittany, the one and only remaining real ” druid ” to have survived his families 5 millenia long genocide, now think of that, a taste of true history might just have dropped onto the tip of ur already salivating heart stalk. Those ” people ” of the first paragraph are the soldiers of course and Philip’s skills
can protect anyone, anywhere from the effects of severe fireburn and that was what he offered this country 3 and a half yrs ago, by going public, only to be quickly smothered by darkness through slanderous sleaze vomiting bbc reporters, Sam Smith and InsideOut, South West.
SO SPREAD THE WORD, HARD AND FAST !!!
u will be glad u did.
James, your tags compare to Terry Pratchett’s footnotes; there is so much hilarity at the bottom, they almost (but not quite) overshadow the text body.
More cars than Jeremy Clarkson. Allow me one more chuckle.
Chris – are you on crack?
Why the hell should he give up his cars? Nobody else is being made to. Envy really is a most unappealing character trait. He can only drive one at a time anyway.