Professor Alice Roberts (4th April 2022)

Shall I compare thee to an Archaeologist?

Thou art more lovely and more tempting:

Rough soils do grate the aching knees from grist,

And Summer's dry spells hath too short a ring;

Sometime too hot my eye on thy Heaven shines,

And often is your gold complexion dreamt;

And every other fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or TV commissioning editors' fancy spent;

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that Bristol-burr thou ow'st;

Nor shall Celebrity SAS on Channel 4 brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal factual programming thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, you'll be on my TV.