The Human Anthill
 Another group with a nice car was the Human Anthill, also known as the Kolleagues of Ca n'Aymerich. |
 They've been covering Castelldefels with concrete for years now, and with the help of the Town Hall. They now want to concrete-in Ca n'Aymerich and build a Dolphinarium and Amusement Park. The poor people will have to hurry because there's not much left to cover with concrete. Only one more Green Space and there'll be nothing left.
Of course, there's always some demented fool trying to stop progress. Some people want to preserve Ca n'Aymerich and build a Mediterranean Botanical Park. What a ridiculous idea! You can't stop growth!
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 By night, like their namesakes, they carry a large piece of concrete. With all the town built up, it's getting harder and harder to find a place for their work of art. But you can be sure they'll find somewhere. Maybe next-door to your house?
How wonderful it is to be out of the city with a digger next door starting up good and early. No need for an alarm clock, you'll never be late for work and miss those mortgage payments.
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 "Urban Continuity", is their motto. From one end of town to the other, the whole lot is for sale. Why leave a single blade of grass when the land is so profitable?
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 Recently, after a night out, there I was quietly driving through town at 160 kph, finishing off a pint of Gin and Tonic, when this tree runs in front of me. The car was trashed. The police, of course, showed no compassion. They said it was all my fault, how could a tree walk?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, here's the proof. A wee strap of a pine, walking down the street as happy could be. Thank goodness that our Town Council, in it's wisdom, pulled down all the trees on the High Street, enabling the free circulation of the Spanish driver at 120 kph through town.
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 Even my boss, Lord Lucan, was there. He's a speculator shark and gets on well with the Human Anthill. His sense of smell has been heightened with the news from Ca n'Aymerich.
Tonight he's dancing the Charleston. His company has the cleaning concession for the Riviera, and his lawyer had just informed him of the turnover for the last fiscal year. He loves cheap labour - bigger profits - whereas wildlife, to survive, has to pay its way.
Here we see him accompanied by his fiancée Shirley Shark, who'd just sold me a cute little studio flat for 37 million, another 5 million and they'll put in a window for free.
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