At times like this, it always pays to look to the Bard. So, to Macbeth Act 3 Scene 4:
Enter Sullivan, the First Murderer at the door.
Gold: There's blood on thy face.
Sullivan:'Tis Burnley's then.
Gold: 'Tis better thee without than Burnley within. Is Burnley dispatch'd?
Sullivan: My lord, Burnley's throat is cut; that Laws did for them.
Gold: Laws art the best o' the cut-throats, yet he's as good that did the like for Hull. If Dowie didst it, then Dowie art the nonpareil.
Sullivan: Most royal sir, Hull cannot escape.
Gold: And Burnley's safe?
Sullivan: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch Burnley bides, with twenty trenched gashes on their heads; the least a death to a Premiership club.
Gold: Get thee gone; Zola still lives. Tomorrow we'll hear ourselves again.
7 comments:
Usually you post a load of shite but this is pretty goode.
Did you make it up yourself?
No, a guy by the name of Shakespeare wrote Macbeth. He's written a few other good ones: Hamlet, King Lear, Measure for Measure, Othello, The Merchant of Venice...
did he do Jack and Jill?
They were the template for Macbeth and Lady Macbeth mate!
I would like to say "So foul and fair a day I have not seen" but sadly our survival has left me particularly cold. Perhaps it has something to do with Gollivans unhealthy preoccupation with doing a bit of property development on Dunsinane
so weak
I'm sure I spotted Epping Forest on the move Marty.
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