Carry On Shakespeare ©
By
Michael Casey
As you know if you have been following me
I did do a bit of Shakespeare, they can’t touch you for it, so long as your
coupling rhymes, as Kenneth Williams might say. I also enjoy the Carry On
films, though the Politically Correct Revisionists now view everything from
today. History was then not now, if I might throw a bit of Philosophy into the
cake mix, let’s see in 9 months how my buns in the oven turn out.
Because Shakespeare was so long, Kenneth
don’t you say a word, so long ago, there are difficulties with language. You
need to bone up on the lingo, as Bona Linguists from Round the Horne might
interject. That’s the thing with language it has so many leanings, and your
leanings can get you into trouble, not just with the trouble and strife. I hope
this is all clear, and if it is not then just try Head and Shoulders.
Carry On started 60 years ago so the
newspapers are saying, but Shakespeare was carrying on a very long time before
that. So you need to know what all the carrying on means. What’s a codpiece for
example? Go to your fishmongers and ask can you see his cod piece, he won’t be
showing you his fish dinner. Sir Toby Belch, Falstaff and Co were heavy
drinkers, in today’s parlance 17 pints of Stella Artois and one packet of cheese
and onion crisps. Prince Hal did find his bar bill after all, while Falstaff lay
snoring.
It is worth the effort trying to
understand the language, read the play first, or watch the video then go visit
the Globe, don’t just be the tourist. My small daughter has been twice to the Globe
in London and she really enjoyed it. I just wish I could go, maybe if I just
bring my commode to their abode. Just a thought, I certainly would give them
measure for measure.
Now in today’s world what merit is Shakespeare?
If you look or rather listen to the English Language you’ll realise all the
phrases that Shakespeare gave birth too. He was a midwife to language, so we
should thank him and laugh with him. He did serious stuff too, but I’ll let Me
Dears explain it all to you, those thespians as Les Dawson would say as he
rearranges his bosoms while he is sat
open legged in drag on a park bench. Shakespeare did a lot of cross dressing
too, maybe that was why he put it in his plays, or he could have just been
kinky, you’ll have to ask a Don, no not a Mafia Don, an Oxford Don, you are so
silly as Ken might laugh.
Where was I, yes I was just taking off the
wife’s knickers, I better put them back in her knicker drawer before she comes
home. She gets mad if she catches me wearing her clothes, she claims I stretch
them, the cheek of it, Lycra is supposed to stretch, I’m only 248 pound after
all. Lighter than Barry White was, though I don’t think he ever wore his wife’s
clothes, all that singing he was always getting it on, whatever that’s supposed
to mean.
I can understand Shakespeare but not 70s
disco, I put my back out once on the dance floor, too much Barry White, I was
escorting him to the bar and he slipped
and fell on the dance floor and landed on me. So I’m not as fond as him as I
used to be.
Which brings me to Donald Trump, what
would he be like in Shakespeare? Love is a many splendored thing, but forsooth
the tan the tan, his hide has been tanned too much, take him back to the
tannery. The bird is nesting in his hair, what manner of thing is that. Midas
wants his bling back, bling back, bling back my Country to me. Let us bend on
one knee for sanity.
A proclamation, a proclamation, bring me a
scribe, bring me a codpiece full of proclamations, off with their head they
cannot keep up with all my proclamations.
The pen and ink lies go kill all the scribes, empty the monasteries of the
learned men. They know nothing, burn the books, burn the books, ask the cooks
to cook the books, and let them drink their own soup of lies. Only my truth is
truth for I am a king and dear, so please do not leer. Stop whispering to me,
stop prompting me, for only I am a GOD.
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