We found this clip of the Fab Four doing a little Shakespeare, the hilarious presentation of Pyramus and Thisbe as performed by the Mechanicals in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Those guys could not only make fun of themselves, they could get a larf or two. (And Paul actually had a pretty good take on Pryamus.)
A few Sunday diversions:
The first ever (and brilliant) Carnival of Military History.
A childhood whiskey story from United by Yucca
You’ll find more stories at the Storyblogging Carnival.
And this video of a suicidal monkey and two tigers proves that sometimes, having a bigger brain doesn’t make you smarter
And then there’s The Carnival of the Insanities
“Doug, Doug. You won’t believe this . . . Oh my god, I’m so excited. House (actor Hugh Laurie) just said the words “London, Ontario”. Isn’t that exciting?”
“It’s like, London, Ontario exists! We’re on Network TV.”
“American Network TV.”
“Yes, and House is a popular program too!”
“Hey, when was the last time London, Ontario was mentioned on American Network TV?”
“I don’t know, Bob. A long time? Never?”
“This is so exciting, we should do a story about it!”
“Yes… yes!”
“And then let’s put it on the front page.”
“Doug, I think I just peed myself with excitement.”
“I wish I’d just peed myself. You don’t think anyone will notice that it’s, you know, not real news, do you?”
Well, I think the first thing you should recognize is that it’s a movie based on a comic book — not a philosophical or historical document trying to show that Iranians are all hermaphroditic, gender bending aficionados of body piercing.
And you’re upset because they’re portrayed as pedophilic traitors with bad skin and a questionable sense of personal hygiene? Well, again, this is based on a comic book, so don’t take it to heart.
Either that or you could do what I did when I saw Planet of the Apes — strap on your simian plasma weapons, and put together an armada of angry bonobos armed with electro-accordions and a bad sense of rhythm.
Just make sure they don’t take a wrong turn at the Lobster Neblula.
It looks as though bands of soiled and inebriated Scotsman are infringing the personal freedom of the Polish people.
Agnieska Gaspar of Krakow, said: “You can’t go round the corner without seeing a Scot showing off what he has under his kilt while one of his mates photographs him.
Story here in the New Scotsman: Polish authorities to ban kilts
Remind me to tell you about my run-in with Martin McNasty someday.
Well, unless you’re the Prime Minister of the UK, you definitely have to do something to improve the quality of your diplomatic corps.
My recommendation is pants-less chimps. Give them cute little outfits — probably top hat and tails would be most appropriate for diplomats — and hearts of your allies and enemies alike will melt when they get a visit from Ambassador Bobo.
Until the poo-flinging starts anyway.