There are the congressmen skinny-dipping in the Sea of Galilee.
The poor prince, he is not the brightest bulb in the royal chandelier. (That honor of course belongs to Prince Philip.) He seems to have his mother's propensity toward the nightclub life.
What is with generations of royals and nightclubs and discos, you know? You own the world. You could summon Al Brendel to Buckingham Palace to give you piano lessons. You could call him Al! You could demand that certain Leonard Pennario recordings be rereleased.
Oh well. One thing thrilling about that story is, who knew the royal family could ban something? I hear they are banning publication of the pictures. I like to think they still have power. More power to you, House of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha!
The congressmen, I have to say, I have sympathy for them.
First there is, as the story puts it, "the night of eating and drinking in Israel." That sounds like fun! I wish a giant hand could pick me up and put me down right now in Israel for a night of eating and drinking. I hear the seafood there is excellent.
And about the Sea of Galilee, skinny dipping there has probably been going on for thousands upon thousands of years. Abraham and Sarah probably swam naked in the Sea of Galilee. Jesus may have. I mean, He was human, right?
If you were at the Sea of Galilee and did not skinny dip you would regret it for the rest of your life!
Imagine it, floating around, lying on your back looking up at the sky, thinking: I am naked in the Sea of Galilee!
It would sure beat being naked at the Schvitz.