Tag Archives: Imaginary Travelling

Friar Lawrence demonstrated a quite unexpected turn of speed as he wound his way through the dark, deserted Verona streets. The ever-faithful Adelmo trotted obediently along by his side while Michael and I trailed a little way behind in a … Continue reading →

“It’s broken,” moaned Romeo as both Michael and I bent in concern over his prostate form. “Your ankle?” said Michael, kneeling down to run his hands gently over Romeo’s lower limbs in a search for signs of damage. “No, my … Continue reading →

We left Friar Lawrence and Adelmo rooting around in the shrubbery with further soft mutterings about ‘gates’ and ‘poor legs’ drifting away into the night air and pressed on until we reached the door of the convent kitchen. I made … Continue reading →

By the time I finally emerged from the convent Michael and Romeo had given up their vigil outside. They were nowhere to be seen in any of the surrounding streets but it didn’t take me long to figure out where … Continue reading →

Everything looks better on a full stomach. Seated back at our corner table in the tavern, with a full dish of broth digesting in my stomach and half a jug of wine still remaining to be polished off, I felt … Continue reading →

Our business with Lord Montague thus concluded and his written authority safely in our possession, Benvolio was detailed to take us off in search of Romeo. At the foot of the stairs he paused to exchange a few words with … Continue reading →

The servant burst into the tavern with all the unnecessary flourish of a lesser actor making the most of a minor role. As soon as he spotted Michael and I seated at our corner table he hurried over, bowed extravagantly … Continue reading →

     Bloody hell, where did 2022 go to? One minute you’re sweltering in the midst of a greenhouse gas-enhanced summer, the next you’re plunging into winter with all the ill-considered eagerness of a lonely bloke in a singles bar. Which … Continue reading →