Fool's Harbour

I've started reading the play, If You Know Not Me, You Know Nobody . The fact that I'm posting about it before I've even finished no doubt tells you it's had an impact on me. I think it's already one of my favourite books. I even like the way it looks. The red-haired monarch on a pitch black background. (Yes, I'm listening to Good Times by Chic as I type. A strange juxtaposition, but for me it works. Saturday morning. Off work. Cup of tea. Blogging about Elizabeth the First. Listening (and sometimes singing) to late 70s funk. Good times.) I'm posting just to share a short scene from the play. Elizabeth has been arrested during the reign of her sister, the bloody Mary, and three soldiers are discussing the situation. Trying to express their opinion without treading upon 'state matters.' Enter three white-coat Soldiers, with a jack of beer. 1 Sold. Come, my masters, you know your charge. 'Tis now about eleven: here we must watch till morning, and...