This post was a race between my esteemed colleague and me as the following snippet, culled from a column in New Scientist magazine, was sent to both of us by a fellow galley slave in the adjacent engine room:
Sign spotted at a camping shop in Beverley, East Yorkshire: "Now is the Winter of our Discount Tents". No doubt they're designed to withstand a Tempest – as long as the guy ropes are nice and Titus Andronicus.
PS: What did the barman at the Globe say when Will Shakespeare misbehaved? "You're barred!" Homophonic levity... JD will be impressed.
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I've seen the same fabulous pun in the window of a shop in Nottingham, next to the Robin Hood museum to be precise.
Those are fun puns, all of them.
One of my favorite cartoon books, when I was a kid, was about "John Smith"--some big-nosed guy who popped up in all sorts of historic scenes.
In one, he's leaning on the bar next to a guy in a big pleated ruff, who looks--gee--a lot like a certain playwright. The guy in the ruff is annoyed; the guy w/ the big nose is clearly drunk and too affable. The annoyed guy says," Stop calling me Willie Shakesburg, and don't ask me 'What's in a name?'"
That's a pretty intellectual comic book you had there. I think that one would be lost on most adults I know.
It was pretty intellectual. There were jokes about the real John Smith (of Pocahontas fame), and lots of other ones.
If I remember right, I had to have my dad explain them to me, and then I "got" them later, when we got to that part of American history, or I ran across a reference in book.
I'm wondering now whether it's possible to find it ever again.
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