Dramatic Unlikenesses.

Peter Cheeseman CBE, the man who founded the theatre where I used to work, once told me that I was starting to look more and more like William Shakespeare. I assume he meant the one who looked like this, since my hair was much longer then and there is a passing resemblance:

...not this one, which I've never liked and therefore repudiate out of hand:

He definitely couldn't have meant this one, which is included in the returned images if you Google Images of William Shakespeare and doesn't look a bit like me. In fact, I doubt this is Shakespeare at all, which leads to the not unreasonable suspicion that it might be the Earl of Oxford:

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This morning I had an email from a once-precious person who I thought was lost forever. Tonight I had an uncharacteristically large piece of fruit cake after dinner, and subsequently fell asleep in consequence of an over-taxed digestive system. When I woke up I felt oddly convinced that the email had been the subject of a dream engendered by the fruit cake. Imagine what any of the Shakepeares might have made of that.