Extracts from the plague diary of Mark ne-Francois-Pepys
May 7th 1665
Up and that Victory Over Europe day is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, great preparations and pickling Creme Eggs for our street party, but Bridgen breaking many with his skateboard, my heat rose
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May 7th 1665
Up and that Victory Over Europe day is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, great preparations and pickling Creme Eggs for our street party, but Bridgen breaking many with his skateboard, my heat rose
1/4
And I spake:
‘Out, out, brief vandal!
Bridgen, a walking shitshow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. His is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing’
2/
‘Out, out, brief vandal!
Bridgen, a walking shitshow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. His is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing’
2/
But otherwise very gay; and particularly Kate Hoey who is sub-letting John Redwood’s caravan, very fine, and is her first day out of witness protection for her role as ERG double agent during the Brextoration and grate excitement that the border-force’s sweetheart will sing
3/
3/
‘We’ll bleat again’ to the assembled patriots and we hope that Lord Farage can make it if he isn’t too busy breaking Partial Law by being irrelevant in barbour in a harbour full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, and while plague deaths surpass our vanquished neighbours
4/
4/
it means little as we hear report that a sort at court did cavort and so dinner, where all the evening making Peperami bunting for the big day and calling Hartley-Brewer to take my chamber pot that what's done can't be undone, Rustlers microwave burger, bed.
