Well, nobody can fake a tumulus - not when you've got the Geological Survey that has all the mineshafts shown. And the Northumbrian remains haven't been vilified - just ignored (it's not quite the same thing).

I wonder how much correspondence Shaun receives in prison, and how he deals with it. He'll be close to being paroled, I should think. Unwittingly he has become 'Bolton's best known artist'. You've got to give him that. I'm not sure who Bolton's best known artiste would be - Peter Kay, perhaps, or McKellium, maybe Sara.

The museum boss shown in the film is the man to whom I entrusted a woodfired porcelain pot of mine, years ago, when he was a long-haired individual. (It was my first act of philanthropy and a blinkin' nice pot). That jar has now gone missing - it was fired in a byre, rather than a shed. The last time I saw Steve - who is an expert on micro-invertebrates - he was balding and sad. He looked at my pristine barrow and went dashing off down Halliwell Rd, in high excitement. (etc)