Blacksmith's Latest 10 March

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Many thanks for the latest from a Guest on Blacksmith's blog.

Not a fan of Shakespeare myself - never could understand that language - but methinks this is a scene from Kate and Gerry's lounge!

I wish I could work out who the scurvy knave Son of a whore is, who fell silent at the Lisbon tribunal, leaving them to fight for themselves like bears in the Vauxhall pit and whom Lady Mc fears is going to seek a way out in search of his dream of high politics, egged on by a witch who, chanting of even greater fame, succoured and stroked and turned him into a scoundrel with painted hair?

David Cameron?
Out, out damned rock! lol

maybe it's the Pink One.