The Battle of Hastings was the world's first rolling news event, documented and reported in the cutting-edge medium of sewing by dead French ladies. However, nobody does sewing these days, so it is high time the whole affair was retold in a language today's modern youth will understand: Txt spk and TOP LOLZ.
NOTE: Value of historical accuracy may go down as well as up
Condensed History: TEH NORMAN CONQUEST starring almost nobody called Norman
Edward Confessor: Hello. I am Edward the Confessor and I am excellent. I confess that I am not feeling very well and may actually DIE TO DEATH within three paragraphsWilliam T. CONQUEROR: C'est un buggeur, lordship. Any thoughts for ze succession? Eh? EH?
Ed Confessor: Yeah, all yours French bloke. Frankly, I'm losing my marbles and I'd give the job to a footstool if somebody put a crown on it LOL
William T. CONQUEROR: Woo-hoo!
Ed Confessor: Here come the icy hand of DETH and guaranteed SAINTHOOD. *ded* Oh hang on… I promised the job to the lad Harold last week. Oh, never mind – what could possibly go wrong?
William T CONQUEROR: EPIC WIN. Now for some proper ruling, LOL
TEH PLEBS: All hail TEH KING!
William T CONQUEROR: LOLOL, and indeed ROFFLE
TEH PLEBS: All hail King Harold!
William T CONQUEROR: Quoi? Zut alors!
King Harold: Hello. I am King Harold and I am EXCELLENT. Plz to fck off back to France, so I can get on with some serious kinging and pressing of wild flowers etc
William T CONQUEROR: Oui? You an' who's army, pal?
King Harold: This one
Ten thousand hairy-arsed Saxons: Hello
William T. CONQUEROR: Arse. You haven't heard the last of me, your mother was an 'amster etc etc etc
King Harold: Now to get married, have filthy KING SEX and pretend not to worry about W.T. CONQUEROR who is a wet and a weed who sa hello clouds hello sky chiz chiz
William T. CONQUEROR: Soon see about that. WIFE! Pass my best messenger pigeons, ZUT ALORS
Madam T. CONQUEROR: You're writing dirty letters to Fiesta again, aren't you FFS?
William T. CONQUEROR: Knave, actually LOLOL
Madam T. CONQUEROR: You manky old spunker. UR not getting TEH SEXXUS until UR TEH KING
William T. CONQUEROR: "Dear Vikings, Pls to invade England, just like we planned. Bonus - all the rape, pillage and TOP LULZ you can eat. Your Pal, W.T CONQUEROR (LOL)"
N. Wisdom: Is it time for my 'Mr Grimsdale!' line yet?
Madam T. CONQUEROR: Cock off
Meanwhile, back in England...
King Harold: Crazy golf or beheadings? Being King is TEH BORING. Plz to find teh royal copy of THE SUN
Guest appearance by Royal butler and not-a-thief-at-all Paul Burrell: Here it is, my liege. I'll just ...err... tidy away all this silverware in this large sack, along with this crown you don't appear to be wearing, LOL
King Harold: Let's have a look at the old footie fixtures... Wank me off with a baboon! We're at Stamford Bridge. To-fucking-night! ARSE! Send for my ten thousand hairy-arsed Saxons, FFS
Guest appearance by Royal butler and not-a-thief-at-all Paul Burrell: Will sir be requiring the Vaseline as well?
Harald Hardrade: Hello. I am hairy-arsed Harald Hardrade and I am EXCELLENT. Today, I shall be fighting Saxon pansy King Harold at Stamford Bridge. 3pm kick-off, seats at all prices. Oh, I am TEH DED
King Harold: LOLOLOLOL. I am this: HARD AS NAILS
Meanwhile, at the other end of the M1...
William T.CONQUEROR: Bonjour Angleterre! LOL. Where's that king-stealing ponce Harold?
King Harold: Oh, FFS. If it's not one thing it's another
N. Wisdom: Mr Grimsdale?
King Harold: NOB OFF
William T.CONQUEROR: So. My arch-nemesis - we meet again, but for ze final time
King Harold: Yeah? You an' whose army?
Ten Thousand Stinking Frenchmen: Bonjour!
King Harold: EASY
Imagine – if you will, dear reader – a pitched battle on England's green and pleasant land between two large, determined armies. A battle which will shape the future of both our great nation and the world as we know it. Then sew it into a fucking great bit of needlework and nail it to a church in France
King Harold: Heh. I love being King. Best job in the world
Guest appearance by Royal butler and not-a-thief-at-all Paul Burrell: Hey look up there! The Goodyear blimp!King Harold: COCK. Right in the eye. Oh, I am ded
N. Wisdom: Mr Grimsdale! Mr Grimsdale! UR crown – I haz it
William T.CONQUEROR: LOLOLOL Now for some proper kinging
Guest appearance by Royal butler and not-a-thief-at-all Paul Burrell: Anything you say, boss
William T.CONQUEROR: Yes. First I shall set up a large and wide-ranging bureaucracy. Then, once I have recruited and trained by legion of official inspectors and ensured they are fully aware of all discrimination and health and safety regulations, we shall document each and every man, woman and child in this kingdom for the purposes of accurate and efficient economic policy and taxation at a financially prudent rate in my DOOMSDAY BOOK and… (continued on page 65)
Poor, dead King Harold: EPIC FAIL. Your fault
Poor, dead Saint Ed Confessor: SOZ. LOLZ
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