Shakespeare & Raised Pork Pies

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Recently Professor Peregrine has been stung by the criticism from various academics and other cardsharps of his paper entitled “Shakespeare, Raised Pork Pies and The Early Works of The Incredible String Band”. Beckoning me into a dark corner of the “The Fishmonger and Solenoid” saloon bar recently, he gave me his side of of the story.

The Fishmonger and Solenoid Saloon Bar

“I sequestered myself in a small bungalow just outside of Monk Soham for several months, listening only to Mozart's Trumpet Concerto (K. 47c), while researching that paper. I stand by its entirely spurious and misbegotten conclusions. Or, at least, I will if I can ever bring them to mind.”

He paused briefly to savour a surprisingly large handful of cheese and persimmon crisps, before going on in hushed tones:

“I am aware that there have been scurrilous and opprobrious mutterings on this subject, notably from the Garrak Larrups Memorial College and Centre for Ponderous Trapezists. Frankly, I refuse to consider that institution worthy of my concern. I was presented with some particularly soggy and unpleasant haddock and chips for lunch there.”

The Lecture Hall Garrak Larrups Memorial College

Enthralled, I caught him by the sleeve of his smoking jacket.

“But, Professor,” I whispered. “Who really did move the black castle?”.

He smiled an enigmatic smile, enigmatically, and sauntered to the bar to avail himself of a sip or two of Old Beadle's Supposition.

I think that should settle any lingering doubts on the matter.

Location: Monk Soham

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