The Knave speaks - 'His lordship's has been working on this project for months and I've been stung twice and even took a 'look' in the lake. He took all the bits I pointed the handycammy at and finally took them to the computery thingy in the tower's garret and mucked about with them until it's poor memory was sending it to sleep. Awoken from my bed below, I could hear 'is Lordship shouting and sound of him hitting it with his mace as his frustrations took hold of his fiery temper but as the rays of sun illuminated the windows, the King finished his labours and fell dead into his regal pit. He's still there snoring while I obey the scribbled instructions on the back of a recycled Charles and Diana wedding poster to stick his film on Vimeo and UChoob.
I did me best with his mickymouse gear and fleeting sunshine. Despite finding out what the mud tasted like, in situ at the bottom of the lake, I managed to keep the little Olympus snapshot cammy dry inside a plastic spaghetti jar, pinched from the kitchens. The King conveyed the Queen's outrage to me by attempting clip me around the lug'ole but missed and trod in the regal dog vomit instead that I was just scraping up. You couldn't make it up!"
Roger the Knave.
I think 'is Lordship is either getting better with the mouse or it's the material he is working with....
Oh bugger! It's raining again!