This night, at the RSC, two bold minstrels did strut suddenly upon the stage, and sang a song most mournful before the opening of BP-sponsored Twelfth Night.
Our lionhearted bards didst sing a ballad most divine: “When I hear that BP story, green and yellow melancholy, Deepwater despair…”
The audience were much moved, and did applaud most fervently. Apart from one sirrah who cried ‘this is shameful!’ Perhaps, kind sir, but we live in dark and dangerous times, and we believe that action is eloquence. Do we sleep? We are not disposed to sleep!
Further tidings will follow, and perchance portraits too. Do not neglect to follow the tweetings of @ReclaimOurBard to learneth more!
BP or not BP? 