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Illaveago
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Can You Put Cycling to Shakespeare ?
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southcoast
Über Member
To ride, or not to ride, that is the question. Lol
Alembicbassman
Confused.com
Cycling Shakespeare?
He'd have to be called the Handle Bard
He'd have to be called the Handle Bard
winjim
Smash the cistern
Yep, it's a thing. People keep inviting me to their shows but I can't stand Shakespeare.Cycling Shakespeare?
He'd have to be called the Handle Bard
The Handlebards. Four-strong troupes of cycling actors, who carry all the necessary set, props & costume to perform Shakespeare's plays across the globe.
http://www.handlebards.com
Sonnet XXIX and a half, the cyclist's version...
When in disgrace with sharp and pointy things,
I all alone beweep my punctur'd state,
And trouble deaf Halfords with my cries on wings,
And look upon my tyre, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one who still can climb,
Featured like him, who rode with rescue plans,
Desiring this man's tube, and that man's slime,
While grieving by the side of routes Sustrans.
Yet as I sit in gloom with feelings dark,
I haply then remember my life's miles,
Riding at day's arising with the lark,
From sullen misery I turn to smiles;
For those sweet miles pour unction on my scars,
That then I scorn to change my bikes for cars.
(Edited version, with first lines rhyming)
When in disgrace with sharp and pointy things,
I all alone beweep my punctur'd state,
And trouble deaf Halfords with my cries on wings,
And look upon my tyre, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one who still can climb,
Featured like him, who rode with rescue plans,
Desiring this man's tube, and that man's slime,
While grieving by the side of routes Sustrans.
Yet as I sit in gloom with feelings dark,
I haply then remember my life's miles,
Riding at day's arising with the lark,
From sullen misery I turn to smiles;
For those sweet miles pour unction on my scars,
That then I scorn to change my bikes for cars.
(Edited version, with first lines rhyming)
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raleighnut
Legendary Member
- Location
- One of the 'Elite'
Beware the rides of March.
DaveReading
Don't suffer fools gladly (must try harder!)
- Location
- Reading, obvs
"Will this gear ne'er be mended?" (Troilus & Cressida, Act I)
classic33
Leg End Member
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
The cycling year?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
The cycling year?
Dayvo
just passin' through
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To pee, or not to pee: that is the question: Whether 'tis better for my bib shorts to suffer the drops and dribbles of outrageous urine, or to hold on against a sea of energy gels, and by opposing remain dry?
Drago
Legendary Member
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- Suburban Poshshire
Is this a dirty chain which I see before me,
The rag toward my hand? Come, let me Mickle thee.
I have thee not, and yet I Mickle thee still.
Art thou not, dirty and rusty, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A KMC of the mind, a nickel plated creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed chainring?
I see thee yet, in form as dirty
As this which now I Mickle.
Thou gets me wound up me the way that I was going;
And such an old rag I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I Mickle thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of GT85,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the oily business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one jockey wheel
Bearing seems dry, and derailleur abuse....
The rag toward my hand? Come, let me Mickle thee.
I have thee not, and yet I Mickle thee still.
Art thou not, dirty and rusty, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A KMC of the mind, a nickel plated creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed chainring?
I see thee yet, in form as dirty
As this which now I Mickle.
Thou gets me wound up me the way that I was going;
And such an old rag I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I Mickle thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of GT85,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the oily business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one jockey wheel
Bearing seems dry, and derailleur abuse....
Reynard
Guru
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this Castelli; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
please all.'
Twelfth Night, act 3 scene 4
obstruction in the blood, this Castelli; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
please all.'
Twelfth Night, act 3 scene 4
Reynard
Guru
- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
I'm not quite sure how mistaken identity, political backstabbing, murder, regicide, rebellion, slapstick, cross-dressing, rom-com, cannibalism (yeah, that too - Titus Andronicus) can be classed as boring...
Went to school in the Barbican (where the RSC have their London base) and we used to go quite regularly to see the RSC perform. There's something about seeing the plays performed by top-notch actors that turns it into a cut above.
