Right, I am on a mission. I've conducted a rather un-scientific poll of many people here and not one has disagreed with what I'm about to say. Shakespeare - rammed down my throat at school. Beloved of the 'luvvy' actor brigade and almost a national religion and certainly not someone to commit heresy over. Well I'm sorry, although I understand nearly every word he wrote, I completely fail to understand the order he put the bloody things in. He might well have some good stories - who really knows? As all you get is hours of almost incomprehensible gibberish. There I've said it, maybe others will start to agree and we can have a 'Shakespeare's got no clothes' revolution just like the fairy tale of similar name.
The rather scary aqueduct we had to negotiate - only a fifty foot drop if you took two steps to the right.
The Basin in Stratford and not one Japanese tourist in sight - took a long time to get this shot.
1. Hoping for a long slow cigar?
2. Hoping I'll take him to chase his ball in the park opposite?
3. Thinking to himself - just like me - this is all just pretentious b****cks.