Creative Juices

Sweezus is searching for a voice. The voice of Richard the Third. He thinks Richard the Third probably sounded something like Chaucer.

This is going to be a challenge. Should Beyoncé sound like Chaucer? Perhaps it will be alright if he just tones down the spelling.

He looks again at Beyoncés first sentence. Life is like a shopping list.

Liffe es likken to an liste for shoppinge, he writes.

That's not bad. The more he reads it the more it makes sense.

Richard the Third thinks it makes sense too.

Richard has seene many a shoppinge liste in the Leicester car park. They bloow about, underneathen  the cars.

Sometimes he redes themme.

Porke Saussages, he redes. Milche. Bredde.

These listes maken himme to thinken of the pleasures of eating.

It helpes himme to passen the time onder the grounde.

Sweezus is very pleased with this. He feels it has the ring of authenticity.

He shows it to Bunny. She thinks so too.

Mrs Hume enters the office in a tizz.

Mrs Hume! says Bunny. You look like you're in a tizz!

I am in a tizz, says Mrs Hume. I'm late for a baby shower. And my car's making that funny noise again. Where's David?

Out, says Bunny. Why don't you let Sweezus drive you?

Sweezus doesn't want to bung up his creative juices. But he guesses he will have to go.

Alright Mrs Hume, says Sweezus. I'll drive you to the baby shower. Let's go.