Was thinking the other day, as I was reading about old Will, that the current Charlton mess has all the ingredients for a cracking Shakespeare play, what with a despot owner, lackeys and lickspittles, paltroons, nincompoops, rapscallions and Mandy. ;-)
It is not that often you get so many ****s ( fill in word of your own choice) characters in such a relatively small space.
And there are so many moments for hyperbole, irony, iambic pentameter, satire, comedy, imagery, metaphor simile and Mandy ;-)
For instance, Shakespeare might have enjoyed the irony of a CEO who proclaims loudly that now she will endeavour to work with supporters on issues, but then suddenly attends a meeting with said peasants, but she is flanked by bodyguards that none may interrupt the jollity on her table.
So hear are a few titles, there are much greater wits on this site that me, the Bard meets RD, anyone got any others:
As Roland Likes It
Titus Duck's Arse
'King Liar
Comedy of Errors
Twelfth Man
Winter's Fail
Odd Fellow
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Juliars Caesar
Othellwontgo
A midsummers nightmare
The taming of the Duche
Much ado about nothing to see here
" first course, first course,my kingdom for a first course"
" blind oblivion"
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outraged Charlton fans
I tried to get Polish Pete to Replace the man from Breton,
And Nego to replace the Lad from the garden of England.
We had a wonderful ensemble
Yet the Customers still call me, a CockWomble.
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks of relegation.
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: a 1st team of Youth,
just weened off their mothers Milk
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
I will dream of the Shrew Katrien,
A nightmeire yet strangely Attractive woman,
In a squirrel face sort of way.
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Shakespeare would not have been interested in Charlton. He had his own South London team - Dulwich Hamlet
"Roly though, oh Roly though, where for art thou Roly oh,
Get out my owner, crowds chant your name,
Or if thou will not, but be sworn at my love,
I'll no longer be your Chief Exec."
No, they've got relegated to the National league
It's all falling to into place now. It's all a conspiracy!
King Lear Act III Scene IV
Edgar:
Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
His word was still
Fie, foh, and fum!
I smell the blood of a British man.