Camp Fiasco

[nineweaving]

Woke up with this running through my soi-disant brain:  a song for Anonymous.  Do add verses if you like.  The game's for as many as will.

Hullo darling-love the masque O
Here I am at Camp Fiasco
Camp is truly devastating
And we think you’ll love our film if you stop hating

You remember Kit the shepherd?
He gets eaten by a leopard.
You remember Ben the

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[ethelmay]

*cackles madly*

[steepholm]

There’s Balthazar, Bassanio and Bolingbroke and Buckingham
With Bottom, Blunt and Boult and Butts and good Sir Thomas Erpingham,
Antonio, Octavius, Cordelia and Abraham
With Valentine and Theseus - Oxford invented all of ’em!

[nineweaving]

Oh, bravo! Absolutely brilliant!

Nine

[steepholm]

But a blossom thrown in the wake of your chariot... :)

[nineweaving]

Ooh. Can I be Boudica?

Nine

[madrobins]

I am awed by all of you.

[nineweaving]

Pish tush. Just being silly. You piffle rather well yourself.

Nine

[negothick]

Now whenever I see Oxford, I'll hear the immortal whine of Allan Sherman.

[nineweaving]

It could only improve him.

Nine

[sovay]

Have Jonathan Jones, being trenchant: "Jonson, who knew Shakespeare in the flesh, testifies that the face printed in the First Folio, that of Will Shakespeare, is that of the plays' author. Except he doesn't 'testify' because he sees nothing to 'testify' about-there was no mystery to Shakespeare's contemporaries about the authorship of Shakespeare's plays."

Though you may prefer the Flick Filosopher, being snarky: "Listen: Anonymous is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It is a fusty nut with no kernel. It speaks an infinite deal of nothing. Just give me a random Shakespearean insult generator, and I can do this all day."

[nineweaving]

rated BAGB: Blackadder Goes Bard

It feels like my birthday.

And yes, it's historical fan fiction. I've wanted someone to say that for ages.

Nine

[sovay]

And yes, it's historical fan fiction. I've wanted someone to say that for ages.

Mine's better.

[nineweaving]

Infinitely. You're a writer and a scholar.

Theirs is unwitting. That's the pity of it. It proselytizes. That's the shame.

Nine