Court Jester
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7 January 1999 - COURT JESTER
Making the King laugh is no easy task. Because I'm expected to come up with new material at every meal time, I'm quickly running out of gags and funnies.
I'm having to resort more and more to physical humour. Sometimes this takes the form of me falling over a chair, while other times I will deliberately fall over a stair. So far, the only time the King has laughed at my antics was when I accidentally fell over a dog, and broke my leg and cracked three of my teeth and hurt my brain.
8 January 1999 - COURT JESTER
I've devised a hilarious new routine to get my mirthless king laughing his guts up. I begin by descending from the balcony on a silken thread. I then pretend to search for my lost love, Marie, looking in chests and jars for her.
When I cannot find Marie, I start to cry, at which point my assistant - playing the part of Marie - reveals herself from behind a curtain. Now if that isn't the funniest routine ever devised, then I'm not fit to be called a "court jester".
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