Neville Andrson:
CLASS OF 1970
Bishop Grandin High SchoolClass of 1970
Calgary, AB
Neville's Story
Lately, I've become king of a small country. I know, it's a funny story, but I won't go into it here. Except to mention that originally I was 4 billionth in line so I never really expected my ascent to the throne to take place, particularly because historically the actual royal line has been disputed by a family who live in a trailer park and make their living by kidnapping and ransoming Coy out of fountains in corporate headquarters of Asian multinational companies. They like to pretend these kidnappings (or carpnappings) are politically motivated but we all know it¿s about the cash. So anyway I had prepared myself for an alternate future. You know, it¿s always best to prepare for the worst even if you do expect the best. And I didn't expect anything much better than a poke in the bunion with a cocktail stick shaped like a little plastic sword with anchovy stuffed olives on it. Even if I do prefer those to the ones with just pimento in them. Pimentos are so insecure! Anyway I digress. And to pick up on the topic of low expectations I had been preparing for a future in Zen motorcycle maintenance which is like most mechanical maintenance jobs except everything is reverse threaded and air fuel ratios are calculated in imaginary numbers or I, or the square root ...Expand for more
of a negative integer. So you can see, the future didn't look bright. And when I got the phone call, I said this is a joke right? Is this Ashton Kutcher? But no it wasn't, it was my Prime Minister because, you understand, my country is a constitutional monarchy. That means, for the king, the money is good but the hours are even better, well, optional really, which is a really sweet deal. The people in my country are adorable. They turn out for all my parades and I love a parade as they say. I sit above the back seats of old Thunderbirds and wave my butt off. But we are not without our problems, I just thought I should be clear about that, because there are ethnic tensions in my country essentially between a group who call themselves Orangemen, who happen to share my affinity for parades, and another bunch called the Tuareg. Apart from the love of parades thing, the people I have the greatest affinity for are the Tuareg, without a doubt. Still I don't think there is much hope of this situation resolving itself. Because when orange and blue mix (the Tuareg are also know as the blue people), well, it's just a mess. It always is. There's nothing you can do about it. Thanks for listening. Sometimes the responsibility gets to be too much and I just have to share.
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