There are fifteen dead people for every person living. What if we unburied them? “I keep getting flashbacks to provincial streets. You’re driving. We’re touring the big civil engineering projects, looking for dead royals. We found a minor Plantagenet earlier today, crouched in bad cement beneath a Midlands motorway pier for all the world as if he’d been garotted on the lavatory. Yesterday it was a previously unknown illegitimate Stuart, two metres under the floor of an HS2 station wit...
