Drunk Shakespeare.

Hard cider and a drink called a blueberry bramble.

Questions about my kingdom for a horse. Some Welsh history. Snorts. Giggles. And some darn fine drunk reading.

In which Diana begins to sing from West Side Story, DIANA has a soapbox (!!!!!), Erin dissects a line, the King is NOT being served, and Richard and Richmond have some spectral visitors.

Brush up your Shakespeare, start learning him now...

Richard is starting to LOSE it. Why is Derby Derby now? Here an Elizabeth, there an Elizabeth. The Rat and The Cat are back. And a whole bunch of messengers - one with a black eye and a fat purse.

Oh Ladies, Oh Richard, Oh Elizabeth. So much wailing, so much banter, so much telling of things that are meant to persuade.

And a reference to Singing in the Rain because what would Fuck Shakespeare be without some kind of musical SOMETHING?

What begins as a lovely visit to two sweet boys turns into that darn Duchess of York and Queen Elizabeth one-upping each other AGAIN.

Richard ascends. He and Buckingham have some awkward moments. And the plot thickens...

What makes a bastard anyway? My nephew would say it's someone who cuts my mother off in her car.

Richard sets up all the dominos. Buckingham and Richard put on quite a show. But the academy award goes to RICHARD!

In case you want further details about this wacky family, here is one take (with a family tree for reference):

https://www.superflumina.org/king-richardiii-rise-house-tudor.html

What do the Everly Brothers, Donald Trump, Richard 3, and strawberries have in common?

In which brothers are reunited, uncles are teased, asides are made, intents are misinterpreted, and Diana and I talk about food that isn't food.