I was not a Shakespeare fan, though we had to do A Midsummer Night’s Dream for ‘O’ level which I cocked up and wrote about Romeo and Juliet instead having seen both plays at the Pavillion in Bournemouth before the exam.
If we had done McBeth with the witches, I might have been hooked, but we didn’t and a brace of Henry’s didn’t endear me much either.
To be honest, the only thing I truly remember about the Laird is his dates, thanks to our teacher who described it thus:
“He was born April 23rd in the fifteen hundreds.The first thing you learn at school is to add, then subtract, so 1 and 5 make 6, and 1 from 5 is four. Hence the year of his birth is 1564.
Now he thought in advance and didn’t want to make it difficult for students when he drew his last breath, so he died on his birthday to save any hassle. That was in the sixteen hundreds, and to make it even easier, just double it, so the year of his death is 1616.”
This teacher didn’t teach English though, but Mathematics.
Figures why I remember it, it’s numbers.
Above picture of me in July 2016. They had erected this statue to celebrate the 400th anniversary of his death. A Midsummer Night’s Dream was showing at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. I did this post when we visited at the time.