Well, not quite, but I am taking the afternoon off: Ben and I are going on a cheese and book crawl in Stratford on Avon. Because that's what we both really need more of, books and cheese.
Hopefully the place won't be packed with Shakespeare fanboys: teaching the work every year has made me immune to the marketing and Bardolatry. I don't particularly care about the Shakespeare Myth/Conundrum/Mystery. The work's important, not what happened to the best bed.
However, in honour of Shakespeare…
and less wonderfully: