Old Jesters Never Die They Just...

Berkeley Church.

What a great idea, having your own jester to make you laugh and keep you happy. We need more jesters. This chap was called Dickey Pearce. His 14th century epitaph reads:

Men called him Dickey Pearce
his follys served to make folks laugh
when wit and mirth were scarce
poor Dick alas is dead and gone
what signifies to cry?
Dickeys enough are still behind
to laugh at by an by

Yere I was a bit disappointed and confused by it as well!

He was jester to this guy:Earl of Berkeley who owned Berkeley Castle at the time Edward II was murdered here. I wonder what gags Dickey thought up about that!

In other exciting news... Tracey could certainly have done with a jester this morning as she came down downstairs to find 3 bits (halves) of various mice scattered around the kitchen and dining room, with associated yak. It appears Treacle the cat is a murderous fiend. It looks as though he was putting a mouse in my rucksack, and practicing extracting it again, judging by all the blood and gore in and around it.

For Sale: 1 cat - or possibly swap for a good jester