All The World's A Stage........

Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says " you're Bard ! ".

And all the men and women merely customers;

They have their exits ( save for one Lady MacMeire ) and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts

( businessman, politician, slayer of football clubs ).

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Katrien is in the Sun,

( Forsooth ! In the sports pages announcing the latest long term appointment, many hours after the news was broken on a piece of parchment nailed to a tree in Floyd Road – twitter ye not ! ).

First Witch.

 When shall we three meet again? 

 In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 

Second Witch 

When the hurlyburly's done, 
When the battle's lost and won. 

Third Witch 

That will be ere the set of sun. 

Greenwich.

We want Roland out !

We want Roland out ! 

First Witch.

“ Methinks thou dost protest too much ! “.

We seek him here, we seek him there,

Those Addicks seek him everywhere.

Is he in Leuven ? Is he in Halle ?

That damned, elusive septuagenarian.

Darlings ! I expect to see my fellow thespians in S.E.7 tomorrow !

Come On Thou Reds !