
Here’s a laugh, at my expense. A few days ago, while waiting at traffic lights in Hucclecote, Gloucester, I saw (wait for it!) Richard III driving a Nissan X-Trail! It was one of those moments.And it was Gloucester, which seemed so appropriate. There he was, the hair, the face, the hat, and even a robe-collared coat. The illusion was very convincing indeed…for a split second. Then I realised ‘he’ was a ‘she’ anyway. If it had been a male driver, I’d have wondered if Richard and time-travel were not solely the preserve of fiction after all!
Well, at least it wasn’t a Courser. OK, no more car jokes.
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