… Turkish sheep, one of which was earmarked for sacrifice should British P.M. Boris Johnson grace his ancestral village of Kalfat with a visit. “Boris is a real Turk,” one villager, who claims to be a Johnson cousin, told The Times of London. (Johnson’s great-great-grandfather was born in Kalfat in 1815.) The villager continued, “His hair is too messy. He needs to go and see a barber,” presumably referring to the prime minister and not the sheep.
It was a good week for purely physical examinations of the past, as archaeologists in Glencoe, Scotland, discovered what they believe was once a pub among the flattened remnants of the tiny ancient settlement of Achtriochtan, where people lived in thatched and stone huts until the mid–19th century. (That dusty tartan dartboard must have been the tip-off.) In another part of the world, it was learned that the gangster John Dillinger, a resident of Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis since 1934, is to be exhumed and re-interred—same day, same cemetery— because Dillinger’s niece and nephew don’t believe the body is their uncle’s.