That’s today’s big news from England: Richard III has been found underneath a parking lot in Leicester. Not alive, obviously, as he’s been missing for 500 years. At least his body has been missing for 500 years, ever since he was killed at the Battle of Bosworth roundabout 1485. Unbelievably, researchers were able to compare and confirm the skeleton’s DNA with that of one Michael Ibsen, of Canada, who is a descendant of Richard’s sister Anne of York. Ibsen is Richard’s 17th great-grand-nephew.
Wrap your head around that little statistic.
Richard is the king accused of murdering the two princes in the Tower of London, was much reviled for being not only a hunchback but a not-very-nice guy, (though many say the Tudor kings who came to power after he was killed–Henry VII specifically, and you know whose dad he was–smeared his reputation), and the man Shakespeare had crying out on the battlefield: “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!”
Ah, those crazy royals. And speaking of crazy royals, did you hear about Prince Charles and wife Camilla taking a ride on the tube? It was Charles’s first trip in 33 years and was made to mark the 150th anniversary of the London Underground. Their journey took them one stop and three whole minutes, and prevented who knows how many regular folk traveling to work from getting to their jobs on time. They went all the way from Farringdon to Kings Cross, home of the fabled “Platform 9 3/4” of Harry Potter fame in a brand new (imagine that!) air-conditioned, not very crowded, full of police officers and transit authorities, train car.
Not quite keeping up with real people, then, who stand nose to armpit and can scarcely breathe for the smell and lack of room to actually inhale. Ah well. If I had a car and driver, I’d certainly prefer that mode of transportation any day.
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