Dirt and mud and old stuff…

I want Tony Robinson’s job. If you ask me, he has the best job in the world. I covet his job.

I mean, he gets to bound around archaeological sites, he gets to see history being rediscovered first hand, and he doesn’t have to know a thing about it. He doesn’t have to grub about in the dirt with a two-inch brush uncovering pottery shards, he didn’t have to go to university to get a degree or to train in the field. He just stands on the edge of trenches, looking interested, and people explain to him what’s going on before he relays it to the audience in easy words of small syllables. I’d love that! I could totally do that.

Hell, the man got to go down to Titanic. Can you say ‘wow’?