Luke+Gavin

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For one man to be, is for one man to succeed, yet if one man fails would that mean that the success of another disparates? Nah, this man will not only succeed from his own mighty passion for much riches, but the importance of his very being in the presence of others.

January 16, 1660

 Today was my introduction to the royals, King Hamlet is such a wonderful feller, he is very kind and has a sense of awe that floats around him like his very own accompanying bubble. The little Hamlet, cute fella is he, has what you'd call a playful manner. He be Extremely sweet, yet he be mischievous like the sleep fairies 'av been to me quite late. Oh I almost forgot to introduce me self. For I am the new Jester for the royals, Kilpton is thy name, use it wisely. I have come after the great Yorick. A might man he was, it’s a pity mind. His death was not merry at all.  Me first day how e'er was a mighty good one, the bosom of mother nature was with me as I entertained the mighty lordship till he had tears dripping down from his mere face. His very own bosom was dripping' from the moisture tearing off his cheeks. Me thinks that it has paid off after all these years, from them sad teary nights with the winds crashing into the mountains and the hail falling down on the roof so hard that it left holes. Cle’er me getting chosen to act a fool for the king of our land, this day shall be the biggest memory for me self, I shall cherish it till the day I take that gloomy dirt bath.  Enough sad stories, lets go through me daily event of this merry day.  It started like e’ery old day, waking up to the light seeping through the holes in the roof and that sharp brisk of ice cold water being dumped onto me head, best way to start a day me thinks, especially after a merry night out with the lads. The rosters were up and crocking as loud as their vocals could, singing their songs of mornin glory.  So, I step out of me shack to start working on the vegetable crops in me yard when I am greeted by the kings men. Me gut dropped for me thought that, that was it, off with me head. To my own surprise they brought me to king Hamlet to be asked to be the new jester of kingdom, no more hacking at the wheat patches in me yard. So I did the man a favour and accepted the offer.  O’er this merry day, I had entertained o’er one hundred of the kings closest of friends and guests, I shared a hundred stories and tossed o’er three hundred bottles and balls. Me vocal cords are what you’d call, in agonising pain and are ready to snap leaving me without a voice to share tomorrow. Yet, today was one to remember, till tomorrow.