The Battle Of Hastings
I’ve been chucked out of the historical re-enactment society after taking a machine gun to the Battle of Hastings.
Knowing how things turned out last time, I thought Harold would appreciate the help, but he was quite ungrateful.
“It’s not historically accurate,” he whined. “And you shouldn’t be using live ammunition!”
“Look mate,“ I replied. “Do you want to win this time or not?”
But like a dead relative, my attempts to reason with him fell on deaf ears. I barely had time to fire a couple of short bursts into the Norman lines before the police arrived and I was bundled into the back of a chariot.
Without my intervention the result was all-too predicable, and after hamming up his death scene for nearly ten minutes, Harold made a miraculous recovery and drove home in a Citroën.