A tale I heard
Rik Mayall, speaking in an interview recorded a few months before but released a few months after his death, on who he would’ve liked to read him a story:
"Kate Moss. Ooh I’d have loved Shaky Bill to tell me a story. I mean, William Shakespeare. He could squeak a nib, couldn’t he?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
See, I mean he could write. You know, he could write! He’s a belter, old Shaky Bill. He could squeak a nib, so you imagine someone who could write like that saying ‘Good even, Rik. I have a story to tell you.’ Wouldn’t you go ‘eerruugggh go on then. What? WHAT?!’"