Tuesday 30 June 2009

when the grass isn't greener

Stratford-upon-Avon. if you plan on visiting, change your mind. now. good ol bard never did write about the glory of his hometown. nope. instead, he left. we thought leamington was the most boring place on earth. we were wrong. so wrong. well, at least we managed to crush pennies like so: heads




tails !

"Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle , In my corrupted blood!" (from King Lear). how brilliant. a coin that insults. thats hat's penny, by the way. i lost mine. typical. mine wasn't as rude. it was more inspirational. it was meant to be a quote taken from Hamlet (to thine own self be true) but the machine had a lisp so my coin read "To thine own felf be true." thweet.


i hate gingerbread cookies but i just had to buy this one - Iced Gingerbread Shakespeare Face is its exact name.

so there, you've seen the two most interesting things in Stratford-upon-Avon and you have no reason to go there. ever. you're welcome.

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