Unruly

At some point in the next century or so, Edmund’s remains were interred in a place that, but for the last ‘s’, was named after precisely what people first went there to do: Bury St Edmunds. Another saint–king whose admirers focused on his celestial title. I suppose calling a town ‘Bury King Edmund(s)’ would have sounded like incitement to insurrection, which, if you’ve ever been there, you’ll know is not the vibe of the place at all.

Having to absorb weird thing after weird thing after weird thing is what being at school largely consists of.

Pubs have been more significant in my life than cathedrals.

Magna Carta happened near the end of John’s reign and life, and he’d got a huge amount of failure under his belt first.

English control of Ireland has never really worked out, as you’ll know if you’ve watched the news at any point since the invention of television,