Content feed Comments Feed

Sophie Ellis-Bextor was putting petrol in the car while William Shakespeare stood nearby, contributing nothing whatsoever. A large middle-aged woman in horn-rimmed spectacles stopped next to them on her way back to a giant saloon car.

“Hey, are you William Shakespeare?” she said. “I’m a massive fan of your work.”

“Fuck off,” spat Shakespeare and stared at her as she slunk off looking hurt and confused.

“Why do you have to be like that?” asked Sophie Ellis-Bextor. “She might have been a fan of your sonnets.”

“She was a fucking Romeo and Juliet fan,” said Shakespeare. “You could tell by the size of her arse.”

“You could still have been nice to her,” said Ellis-Bextor. “I’m always nice to my fans.”

Shakespeare snorted. “The best thing you’ve ever done is Groovejet and that was fully wank. I don’t think you really need to worry about getting hassle off fans.”

“You can really upset people sometimes,” said Ellis-Bextor, looking down at the fuel nozzle with a sad look on her face.

“You’re the one who recorded Groovejet,” countered Shakespeare.


Get each week's story sent straight to your inbox - subscribe to the Weak Holidays email
Posted by Alex On May - 2 - 2012

One Response to “Filling up the car on Route 66”

  1. D Charlton says:

    “She was a fucking Romeo and Juliet fan,” said Shakespeare. “You could tell by the size of her arse.”

    I want that on a t-shirt.

Leave a Reply

About Us

A man who has no interest in writing about Toadfish Rebecchi, largely because his surname is annoying to spell.