For the first time in as long as I can remember, I just had an afternoon to myself. So I went to the cinema and watched The Lost King - the big-screen dramatisation of the dig for Richard III’s remains.
I loved it.
I LOVED it.
Which is strange, because I wasn’t at all sure that I would.
I was expecting the film to be incredibly biased and partial -
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