28 April 2013
I love it when my stupidity is revealed in all its glory. I went to Kingston yesterday to see PROPELLER's production of Twelfth Night (incidentally a classic case in my view of a company which has no interest whatsoever in getting underneath the characters or the story but loves to busy itself with tricks and stunts) and after the show wandered past a church where six or seven kings were crowned in the 10th century. When I met up with my friend I told her of my exciting discovery. Who would have known, I said, that Kingston had once been so important to the Kings of England? "Presumably that's why it's called Kingston" she said "King's Town". And thus my complete inability to make this obvious connection was joyously revealed. What it is to be magnificently stupid!
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