Algarve Wednesday Walkers 2006-7

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Thursday, November 16, 2006

AWW 15.11.2006 "..........do we not bleed?"



Not long after the start of the walk, it was noticed that Ian S. had been shaken off. Mike P. called a Group Halt, and was about to launch into his speech "For Fallen Comrades", when Ian was spotted cresting the rise 'Bloodied but Unbowed" The more cynical amongst us suspected a ruse to promote more Blog exposure - but he blithely explained it away that he had lost concentration (and footing) on an excursion to gather pine cones to augment his winter heating. My personal theory is that he tried to rise too fast with (yet again) his trousers round his ankles, but he certainly had an impressive set of flowing wounds, which outperforated even the often bloody leader!
The whole incident inspired John's poetic muse, and he contributed the scenes below with scant apology to either Shakespeare or the wounded walker!
Elaine's expression provides 'a thousand words' - or would it have launched 'a thousand ships' - I don't know - one can go too far with these literary analogies!!



Dramatis personae:
King Duncan (Mike P)
Soldier (Ian S)
Macbeth (Ian )
Lady Macbeth (Myriam)
Act 1 scene 2
(Enter King Duncan etc, meeting a bleeding Soldier)
Duncan/Mike: "What bloody man is that?"
Soldier/Ian S. "Doubtful it stood...." etc. etc chuntering on for about 35 lines until finally "But I am faint, my gashes cry for help."
Duncan/Mike: "So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
They smack of honour both:Go, get him surgeons."
(exit Soldier, attended) (Believable stuff, you will agree?)
or
Act 111 scene 4
MacBeth/Ian S. "I am in blood
Stepped so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er."
Lady MacB/Myriam: "You lack the season of all natures, sleep, but I'd like another ice-cream, por favor."
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