Mr Wingate my English teacher
He was an ancient scottish gentleman. We loved to teach us proles about Macbeth, his favourite Shakspear play. He would always be the title role as we read it out in our droning london accents. As he grew more exasperated, he took on more parts, until he was doing the whole thing himself. He was gutted when he found out we had to do the Taming of the shrew instead.

But he did teach really well, and we were always laugthing. I'm sorry my writing is so poor nowadays.

For the first lines of my book.

The small crowd standing around the open grave, looked uneasily at each other as they prepared to pull the strings of their party poppers.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:23, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

We all are.
This made sense before you added in the example of said poor writing.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:30, Reply)

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
:)
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:32, Reply)

That comma needs to be taken out
And by "taken out" I mean ambushed and beaten to death.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:10, Reply)