This week marks both the death and supposed birth of the greatest writer of the English language, William Shakespeare. He was born in 1564 and died in 1616 and whilst much about him is sometimes doubted such as his birthday, sexuality or even actual identity; what can’t be questioned is the fact that he gave the world some of the finest works of fictional literature.
His works remain classics to this day though we are used to hearing his beautiful prose spoken by actors in the very finest Queens English, originally of course they would have been performed by actors speaking a West-Midlands and almost Brummie accent. For those overseas readers who don’t know what a Birmingham accent sounds like, this is about as far from the accent of Sir Patrick Stewart or Sir Ian McKellen as imaginable and something like having someone from New…
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Last night I watched Channel 4’s fly-on-the-wall documentary Richard III: The King In The Car Park. I was expecting it to be one of those documentaries that take 90 minutes to give you 5 minutes of information that you already had from that evening’s news, but actually it was engaging, more on an emotional than intellectual level. The woman from the Richard III Society who got the ball rolling was somewhat over the top but she clearly cared deeply about a subject which had, for some reason, captured her interest years ago. Can’t criticise someone for caring. (I don’t want to spoil the fun, but an important note of caution over the DNA results is to be found here.) Continue reading
The BBC updates us on a fascinating story, the climax of which won’t be known until December when the DNA results on remains found beneath a Leicester car park are expected.