You can easily imagine what it must be like if you are one of the Foreign Office team planning the Pope's up-coming visit. First, there are the hours of meetings in which you try to work out a suitable timetable and a suitable guest list. That nice elderly cardinal looks ideal for the top table -- then whoops, there's another scandal about smacking/child abuse/cover ups (this time involving the said cardinal) and it's back to the drawing board. Then, there is the ground work. You think you have found the ideal nursery for His Holiness to visit -- but when you do a recce, you discover that the road to it from the train station goes right through the red light district, unless you go on a detour that will take at least three hours and will overrun on His Holiness's comfort stops that you have been told to programme in every 90 minutes.
Was this what you joined the Foreign Office for, you wonder.
Anyway, to keep up morale -- for you and the rest of the team -- you sit down one evening, after another hard day as His Holiness's travel agent, and bang out a spoof programme....the one with the Benedict brand condoms and the apologies for the Spanish Armada. And you circulate it, dead-pan.
It's what any clever young person working on that kind of mind-numbing stuff would do. Thank God they still exist in the Foreign Office.