I still remember a tour of St. Michan’s (pronounced Mickins) in the 70s with a crazy old super or janitor. He was practically leering and drooling over the remains; he also had a bug about women I remember. I’m sure he’s long gone but I never forgot how we laughed for years about that tour.
Missing the head of a “Crusader” from the Crusades??
“Planned operation?”
Huh?
The stench of Mo’s boys is strong, here.............