Let’s say, one night, sitting at a table in one of London’s less salubrious boozers, you and I have a little too much to drink. Perhaps, during that evening, I reveal more than I should do; reveal, in fact, that I’ve recently found out a way to travel, not in distance but back in time. Imagine that you’re game for it, that you’ve had all of your major vaccinations and besides, you’re kind of bored of your 21st century life. And so we decide, by drunkenly pointing a finger at a calendar, to head back to 1664, a smidge before both the great plague of 1665 and the Great Fire of London.
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