Why on earth would anyone decide to bury Richard III in a car park? I know a thing or two about "Richard the thirds" and it's never even once crossed my mind to bury one of mine in a car park I can tell you. There's the obvious tarmac problem for a kick off, not to mention dodgy women drivers trying to reverse their Nissan Micra as if it was a 38 tonne lorry. Surely they'd be better off concentrating their search in some nearby bushes? And Leicester of all places. Jesus Christ, Fucking Leicester. I've been to Leicester and it's shit. Completely shit. On a shitness scale of 0-10 Leicester is easily a 12, maybe a 13 if it's raining. Although come to think of it maybe there's a clue in there. Maybe they've come across some ancient manuscript that says something like "Headeth off to the shittiest place in all the land, there thee will find a kingly mound, in the McDonalds grill order bay dig up the third, where thee will find nestling a Richard III." Stranger things have happened. Next week, archaeologists dig up KFC in Starbeck in search for Boadicea.
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