We are not too strict in the Orkney Archive. We tolerate chatter as long as it does not drown out our own gossipping; turn deaf ears to the mobile phones of visibly embarrassed readers and we have even been known to allow people to keep their bags by their side if they dance for us a little.
But. No drinks, no pens, no unauthorised photos and no culottes. We don't like them.
Today is the birthday of the fab Mandy Patinkin who played the greatest alcoholic, sword-slashing Spaniard of all time: Inigo Montoya. In honour of this day, if patrons break any of our rules this week then they shall feel the sharp tap of steel upon one shoulder. When they turn around, they shall be greeted by the sight of a member of the archive staff wielding a glinting sword and wearing a leather jerkin and velvet pantaloons. They shall then hear these chilling words:
"My name is archivist,
You spill your juice/write on vellum/take sneaky photo/look unbecoming
Prepare to die."
If said customer has neglected to bring their sword then they shall be provided with one and then they shall fight us to the death. Or to the pain.