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.
Usually you post a load of shite but this is pretty goode.
ReplyDeleteDid 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...
ReplyDeletedid he do Jack and Jill?
ReplyDeleteThey were the template for Macbeth and Lady Macbeth mate!
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteso weak
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I spotted Epping Forest on the move Marty.
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