I have always pondered what an experience it would have been to claim, casually over a tankard of Port, and back at my fave,Yorkshire pub, in my twee, or riparian village of Notting-on-Scythe,"Yeah, chilly. I was at this amazing party last week, and in London. Yeah? Shakespeare was there. No,I didn't catch to talk to him, actually. But I saw him, and yeah. chilly. Had loads of people around him. Didn't want to bother him. He was hanging out by the wooden glove-forms,writing bits of dirty sonnet for some of the guests. Crazy, I divulge you. chilly. Yeah, and okay chilly." Read more..
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