King Giorgio: But sweet Antonio, in what old box in dusty dungeon entombed are those poor creatures that were once held to be my politenesses? You have a gift, not two days since, bestowed upon this your tardy and undeserving friend. A sweater, was it not?
Duke Antonio of England: Of Burberry, coz. This spring the generous lambs first leapt the swards of Oxfordshire that — summer-shorn — rendered up this item of men’s charcoal knitwear.
And the Lady Cherie, with dressers three, made expedition to Harrods Palace,
and there requested a long sleeve, ribb’ed crew neck, striped horizontal all about,
with fully fashioned cuffs and waistband. Doth suit you, sirrah?
Giorgio: Like unto a second skin. Nay better, for the first hath no embroidered G. For Giorgio.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Two gentlemen of St Petersburg
If Shakespeare (or David Aaronovitch) wrote Bush and Blair's asides…