Paper Monitor
15:17 UK time, Wednesday, 6 February 2013
A service highlighting the riches of the daily press.
One of the more unforeseen consequences of Richard III's decision to fight at Bosworth Field in 1485 is the appearance in today's Sun of a minor rock star singing Leicester's praises.
"Curries, Engelbert, space centre, Attenborough, crisps, Elephant Man, Lineker...why I love Leicester by Serge Pizzorno of Kasabian," .
Paper Monitor is as fond of the solid East Midlands city as the next man or woman. It seems a bit random though, this paean to the terroir of Showaddywaddy and Engelbert Humperdink.
Then the penny drops. It's all because of those bones dug up in that Leicester car park.
The DNA tests have now confirmed them to be Richard III as even a subsistence farmer in Papua New Guinea has surely by now heard.
But still. Leicester's part in the King Richard story is, erm, a little after the event.
According to Shakespeare, our last Plantagenet monarch uttered the line "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse" shortly before dying. Was that a bid to escape the bathos of being excavated from the Greyfriars car park in New Street?
The article may be tenuous. But there's nothing like a good list. Red Leicester, Deep Purple's keyboard player, Queen's bassist, curry, Muzzy Izzet, John Merrick... there are no shortage of icons to celebrate.
And then there's the revelations. Of Walkers Crisps, Pizzorno writes: "As a band we are loyal to them. We always take variety packs on the tour bus."
Now that IS rock n' roll.
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