So, thanks to the unerring forensic probings of modern archaeology, we now know that
Richard III was actually a hatch-back. My guess is that Will knew this all along, and was betrayed by a smudge of sack in the Second Folio (truly, my friends, which one of us hasn't been?).
Yes, it's a slow news day here at the Blogbook Editorial complex (an eerie, uncountably-levelled glass, steel and bicycle structure co-designed by Gaudi and Frank-Lloyd Wright, which is situated in an upmarket yet bohemian district of my mind), so what better pretext than to wheel out (Boom-tish!) some alternative Shakespearean characters who ought to have been found in car parks. I hope they provide a diversion (see previous sound effect).
Pericles (Prince of Tyre)
Parking Lear, (or Richard or John, etc...)
and, if we were to extend this already flimsy concept to titles and lines from the Bardic quill:
Gas You Like it
Out, blind spot
'Is this a Jaguar I see before me....'
'.....Come, let me clutch thee.'
I'll try and grow up before the next post.