RocktheCasbah wrote:
Now reading, a bit of a change after How Not To Run A Club, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar..
Ahh- remember it well from school.
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights;
Yonder Wenger has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Tis very like: we hath the falling sickness.
The fault, dear RTC, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves,
Beware the collapse of March
