For 700 years, generations of royal swans have lived a fine life on the Thames, admired and fed by folk from Magna Carta Island to the Tower of London.†
During World War II, when some swans disappeared, there were ugly rumors that black-marketeers were conking them with clubs and selling them to shady restaurants where they were dished up as geese. Since then, under the increased vigilance of Thameside bobbies, the swans have sailed up & down, unafraid, wherever the whim took them.
Last week 66 of the swans sailed straight into a shower of bilge...
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