Fry’s Turkish Delight
Were the life span of writers not so horrendously low, William Shakepeare might still be with us, doing his doodles, wearing his frocks, drinking lager tops from a big wooden tankard. But instead, he’s in the soil somewhere – cold, alone, dead. He’d have been 445 today. 445. As a way to pay our respects to the man who gave us such greats as Macbeth, Othello starring Lenny Henry, and Romeo and Juliet, we thought we’d buy him a gift. We wandered down an old disused beach, discussing what to buy, and it boiled down to a quarter of a pound of flesh each from four of us, or a clip of an advert that was so dramatic and well made that even the The Bard would cry milky tears just watching it. Happy Birthday Shakin’ Shakespeare!