05 May Blood, Sweat & Tears (and Buttons)
In our quest to take over Bristol and then the WORLD , ahem, improve the general calibre of pub seating in Bristol’s Green Capital, we have helped re-fit The Shakespeare on Lower Redland Road. Yonder went ye olde wonky benches, yea, and truly, hither came ye novel deep-buttoned rests and ye woolie stools and cushions (how do you like our Shakespearean speak?).
So far, so all in a day’s work for the Staple Sisters. Except, I don’t think you folk really appreciate how much swearing ACTUAL BLOOD goes into these jobs. We all had a little faint when Charlotte stabbed herself in the thigh with this frankly terrifying skewer. We staunched the flow with scraps and then sewed her up with a slightly smaller buttoning needle and some number 3 linen twine. She now walks with a limp and has lost her leg-modelling job (more lucrative than the upholstery, to be honest). All in a day’s work, for the Staple Sisters. *take deep bows, sweeping feathered puffy hats and swishing capes to the side, wearing tights and codpieces and bodkins, or something*
