Bril'ient!

Richard Two in '99,
Shall be the first to resign.
On twenty-nine shall be his time,
In that year's month of number nine.

And I predict that I will have a Great-Grand daughter called Nostradamus.

What a brilliant country I live in. Fertile, with abundent wildlife, and virtually no serious diseases. My people are linked by a complex and sophisticated bond of familial ties, which I'm sure any outsiders would respect and understand if ever they came here. If strangers came to our land I'm sure they would love it and care for it as we do; we would welcome the strangers with open arms and work and live together as brothers.
And if they did anything bad I'm sure their leaders would immediately apologise.

A pynte of mead for ye gentelmene & a goblet of wyne or fruite-based beverage for the wenches.

Oi, no Latin!

Just arrived back from travelling to Italy last year to watch the first recorded comedy play, Paulus, by that hilarious writer Pier Paolo Vergerio. Bit of a long queue to get in but I think I made a mistake sitting in the front row, as the warm-up bloke picked on me all evening. Can't see the idea catching on, though.