Rancid Ricky's Reburial

I'm watching the news here with my mouth agape. Jaw on the floor kinda deal. Apparently, the world and his wife have pitched up to Leicester to watch the burial of the Plantagenet King Richard III. Now he was the chap that was found in the car park a couple of years ago and for me, there can be no finer resting place for an arcane monarch who now resembles Piltdown Man!

There's delicious irony in that his cadaver was unearthed from underneath a Social Services building and I'm sure there's a gag in there somewhere about Republicanism and austerity but I can't fathom it out for a minute.

What I can't square is who in their right mind would give two hoots about Richard III for fucks sake? He means nothing to anyone and he went toes up centuries ago. His legacy is meaningless in this day and age and by all accounts he was an out and out bastard! One dead monarch is one less to sodding get shut of in my book! It's of transitory historical interest, nothing more, nothing less!

Fuck King Ricky, save your misplaced sympathies and spend your Sunday afternoon in Tesco or having a pint in the local boozer. Jesus, get a bleeding life!