God Gave Us Condominiums.

One's Personal top floor Condo

Since one's pilot's licence was taken away by those ghastly people at the C.A.A. one has been attempting to emulate the feeling of flying in many ways; drifting aloft, sailing in the wind, casting aspread one's wings with utter freedom. Usually the results have been disappointing.

However, yesterday one hit upon an aspect of being as free as a bird with roaringly good results. It was just a question of putting two and two together. You see one owns and occupies the top floor of a Southern French condominium, as indeed in a few other places as well.



From this place one calculated that one can crap from a height of 70 metres onto the 'grande lavées' down below, whilst doing their shopping or some other such triviality that any personal shopper could do, with total impugnity, any time of day or night. And the next function will have the kharzi out of order so guests will have to join in the fun.