In the car…
“What song are we listening to, Daddy? It’s noisy!”
It’s Larks’ Tongues in Aspic Part II. It’s by a group called King Crimson.
“Is there a prince in the group?”
No there isn’t.
“Just a king, then?”
No, there isn’t a king in the group.
“Why?” (Oh Christ, yes, we’re entering the Land of Why recently)
Because that’s just the name of the group. They’re called King Crimson, but they aren’t really kings, and there isn’t a king in the group.
[defiantly]”I think there is a king in King Crism.. Crimsm…Crins… I think there is a king in King Prince-on. With a crown!”
Sorry, but there isn’t.
[Awkward silence – apart from King Crimson playing complicated skronky art-prog on the stereo]
“I think Mummy is cleverer at making food than you, Daddy”