I woke up at 4 am like I do every morning, ready to start my day. I put on my morning perfume, got dressed in my freshly knitted underwear, said bye to my wife and headed off to work.
I worked as a construction worker in downtown London. My day to day work life mainly consisted of hammering nails and laying down concrete to create apartment buildings. The hours were long but it paid just well enough to put food on the table.I headed back home at 6 am to have some delicious English breakfast: saucy baked beans, juicy sausages and perfectly cooked eggs.
I headed back to work and continued to pound nails and lay concrete until around 10 am. At 10 am I headed home, once again, to have some lunch; today I had a nice medium rare slab of beef.
I worked until around 4pm, by then I was sweating bullets and felt like an egg cooked sunny side up; I was in great need of some entertainment. I headed to the Globe Theatre to watch Shakespeare's Romeo And Juliet performance. I made sure to grab some rotten fruits on the way there (just in case).
I arrived at the Globe where I armed through the Pits just to get a decent view of the stages. I always stood in the pits as I was nowhere near rich enough to get a seat in a box. The queen took her place above the stage, where she could see absolutely nothing, however, it did make her look very royal.
The play had been going for almost an hour and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I suddenly felt a warm tingling running down the back of my right leg; someone was peeing on me! I wasn't actually that mad as this was a very common occurrence in the pits.
One of the actors messed up their line so I hucked a green moldy tomato and hit them straight in the face. Bullseye! After a couple more hours the play came to an incredibly tragic end.
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