The trouble with doing a PhD is your focus is liable to get a little narrow. And not very diverting.
Thank god
niemandsrose is around to fix that.
Mary Toft, who pretended to give birth to rabbits. Under intense scrutiny and producing no more rabbits she confessed to the hoax, and was subsequently imprisoned as a fraud. Which seems a bit harsh too.
("
Stand back, I don't know what else might be in there!")
The delicate art of shaming your neighbours by
throwing cloth genitals over their garden wall (really, are they "dildo-throwers" or "crutchet fryers"? I'm never eating another fried crutchet, I tell you what).
and from the same site of broadsides, a
song about government verifying the weight of coins, spiced up with speculative fiction regarding the sexual predations of young women. Keeping it classy! Civilization devolves into a horrible dystopia with lusty women roving the countryside seeking poor beleaguered “Punchers” who reluctantly please them for money. By poem's end, the ladies' “slender flaw” (ahem) has developed into an apocalyptic crack. Everyone is pregnant, wild and defiled.
Why is my research not like this?