Shakespearean education
Lots of b3tans would appear to have literary, semi-literary of filmic internal narrators. My take on the same theme is that my internal narrator tries to explain things like computers, radios, medicine, thuderstorms, post-Kantian German philosophy and electric trains...


... to William Shakespeare.


In my world, Shakespeare just happens to have stepped out of a wormhole right in front of me. Naturally, there's no way I can get him back to 1604, and so I have to habituate him to 2008.

As well as explaining the broad sweep of European history to him, I also have to do things like figure out how to get him an NI number, bank account, education and job. It's quite a task, as you'd imagine. But it's one to which, like the bastard offspring of Nietzsche and Sisyphus, I return eternally.

I ought to get out more.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:11, 17 replies)

maybe, in return
you could get him to scrap all the history plays. The boring ones about English kings. Yawn. Tedious waste of my education, those.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:14, closed)

Oooooh... no...
Some of those are ace. Although some are bollocks.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:15, closed)

I thought that was just me
Except in my head I have to explain things to Henry VIII, and it's me who has just stepped out of the wormhole (so I get to wear a pretty frock like I'm in a costume drama or something).
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:17, closed)

@HLT
Hmmmm... maybe I'm detecting the lingering influence of Margaret Gleave on this...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:21, closed)

Funnily enough
I do this too, only with Michael Faraday!

But sometimes I go back to his time instead.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:21, closed)

Ahhhh
I KNEW she put something in those cakes!
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:22, closed)

I think
you're all nuts.

Says the girl who has Tom Waits as her internal narrator... http://www.b3ta.com/questions/guiltypleasures2/post130581
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:23, closed)

@crackhouse...
But if you'd met Margaret and her cakes...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:25, closed)

@ Enzyme
I remember her on the trip to Flanders, wearing wellies and flirting with the curators.

Did she throw your year a history party at her place?
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:27, closed)

@ HLT...
Not only that: she invited us all to her house every Christmas for years after we left, and I seem to remember making the trip to Betley every year while I was an undergrad.

Truly a star.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:29, closed)

@ Enzyme
You were honoured!

She only taught me for a term, so I don't think I made it onto her list of luminaries...
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:31, closed)

Ahhhh...
I was in the class of 1988-9, then 1993-5 for European history, plus extra lessons in the autumn of 1994 on the Great Elector of Brandenburg-Prussia for the Oxford exam... She loved her VI form.

(It was Dave D for the British history part of the A level. We were blessed.)
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:34, closed)

I got the eye-candy
Mills for GCSE
George for A/S-level

I paid attention, but not to the history...
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:36, closed)

Mills!
Anus and I used to burst out into a rendition of "Baby Face" every time he walked into the room... and I took over Martin George's job teaching politics and philosophy for a summer in 2004.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:37, closed)

poor old Mills
There was a reason he left after a mere two years. I think my history set was responsible. But he did used to play fascist football with us. Good man.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:40, closed)

Hmm.
So i'm not the only one.
A few weeks ago I had a dream that was the inverse of happylittletulip's; him in the present, me trying desperately to stop him roaring around Cardiff like a great big racist sexist middle-english-speaking Brian Blessed.

Perhaps it's just as well I can't remember the dream in detail.
(Sundayturkey has the biggest mug of tea, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 12:08, closed)