Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Rchard the third and me (second attempt)
I find the whole Richard thing quite extraordinary. He's been dead over 500 years, was king for fewer than three years, and yet he's been re-buried with all that pomp and splendour. People queued for hours to see the coffin (although I imagine what was left of him could probably have fitted in a shoe box), and many even came from abroad.
Now, I'm a royalist (pace, Adrian), not least because I'd rather have a royal family than an elected "first family", and I think our queen does a magnificent job. But Richard the third? After all those years spent slumbering peacefully under the car park? Really?
And yet a part of me loves the very Englishness of the whole thing; the quaint eccentricity that is essentially ours. Some time ago, I posted about quaint English customs (you can see it here ), and I wouldn't want us to be any other way.
So cheers, Richard. And may you rest in peace. Again.