Samuel Pepys: Lust for Glory
I made this!
Those of you who've been following my completely faked Samuel Pepys diaries on my website down the years might be pleased to hear I've finally got my shit together and put them into actual book form.
Frankly, it took me years to write because I went to lengths to make it 100% historically accurate (apart from the bits about the zombies and the guy in the fez who travels around in a blue box), which IT IS.
In the words of the author himself:
July 31st 1660: Up betimes, and to myne publisher Mr Murdoch post-haste with the manuscript for the book over which I have toiled this last thirty days.
It is a veritable tale of both mirth and woe, and recounts my incredible adventures o'er the first six months of this year which have seen my great'st triumph (for eg, the favour of HIS MAJESTY) and my low'st ebb (viz: getting nail'd to a tree by an enrag'd vicar). The world shall marvel at my works, except, possibly, the bits about bowk'ng rich brown vomit into hedges of which there are many.
Found Mr Murdoch expir'd from the exploding horse ague, so sold my manuscript for a groat and enjoy'd a frolick'ng night with Southwark Sally and a Rook Pie. And so to bed.
BOOK!
"Thou shalt laugh. Thou shalt cry. Thou shalt hurl." - Sir Isaac Newton
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