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Today, Britain stands at a fork in
its crossroads.

And its people are asking questions.

Now we've got our country back,
what actually is it?

Who are we? And why?

The best way to find out where
Britain's heading is to

look behind us into something
called "history",

a sort of rear view mirror
for time.

So that's where I'm going.

Back there.

It's a journey
that'll take me the length

and width of the country,
from the White Cliffs of Dover

to the Scottish high lands
of the Scottish Highlands.

From old stone circles to
modern stone circles.

From the tranquil beauty
of Roman Bath to the

Golden Wonder of Oxford Services.

I'll discover how we went
from Ancient Man to Ed Sheer-an,

why Elizabeth I happened,

and solving the mystery of just
who Winston Churchill was,

and why he wound up helplessly
trapped inside this banknote.

Along the way, I'll be shouting
at helicopters

and looking at some of the biggest
faces in British history,

and asking other people's
faces about them.

Why did they call John Major
the Prince of Onions?

Ummmmmm...

And also walking somewhere
impressive with my mouth shut

while my voice speaks anyway, like
I'm talking aloud in my own head.

All of it taking place in this
sceptered isle we call home.

So join me, Philomena Cunk, as
I take you right up

the history of the United Britain
of Great Kingdom.

This...is Cunk on Britain.

It's hard to imagine
while you're standing in it,

but there was a time before Britain.
Before Europe.

Before the world,
even before the universe.

Nobody can say when it was,
because it was also before clocks.

And words. It was a time when
nothing existed.

Empty. Without motion, or energy,
or light, or hope.

Just like Plymouth today.

Just imagine something like
this orange.

And then imagine it's not there.

Then do that one by one, with
everything that exists

until there's nothing at all.

That's what Britain was like
until the Big Bang.

The Big Bang created the universe
in one mad explosion that was

probably deafening, although,
luckily, ears didn't exist yet.

Computers think it looked like this,
although eyes also didn't

exist back then either
so we can't be sure, and it was

so long ago now it's probably best
not to keep dredging it up.

Britain was already part of Earth
but it was scrunched in along

with loads of other countries in
a gigantic land mass called Pangea.

At this time, Pangea was full
of Dinosaur, a race of Godzilla

monsters so scary, normal human
beings didn't dare exist

until they'd all gone.

Dinosaurs came in many flavours,
just like Kettle Chips.

As this actual footage shows,
the main ones were the Across ones

who ate grass, and the Up-and-Down
ones who ate the Across ones.

This Tyrannical Sawdust Rex is
the only real dinosaur left in the

world, which is probably why it's
so angry, spending literally every

waking moment of its life roaring
helplessly at passing tourists.

People wonder why the dinosaurs
became extinct,

although it's hardly
surprising they died out

when you see the barbaric conditions
they're kept in, in zoos such as

this one, underfed, starving, some
of them little more than skeletons.

Luckily, the dinosaurs were soon
replaced by different animals.

Animals like me. Man.

But men like me didn't just appear,
fully-clothed, on the Earth.

Instead, we had to evolve.
Evolution is complicated,

so we've massively slowed it down
here so you can see it happening.

And this wasn't the only change
that was happening,

Pangea was changing too.

Over time, all the countries decided
to split away one by one to

work on solo projects.

And Britain was no exception.

Stones Age man used stones to make
basic weapons and tools,

like these hand axes.

As well as boring, these are also
shit by today's standards, but

back then they were cutting edge,
because they had a cutting edge.

The Stones Age was all rocks,
wasn't it?

Are stones made of rock
or are rocks made of stone?

Both. A stone is a rock.

Generally a rock...
And a rock is a stone.

Yeah, yeah, generally
rocks are, uh, more edgy,

more ragged varieties of stone.

The Stone Age lasted
a very long time.

In fact, our species spent more time
in the Stone Age than any other.

Let's think of it this way,
if you look at the human history,

pre-history, as a year and
so New Year's Day is where humans

start to use fire, and shape stone
tools and this year is the

last split second before midnight
at the other end of the year, then

we're in the old Stone Age until
about 3pm on the 31st of December.

So rocks are more jaggedy.

You could tell stone age
stuff was precious

because they kept everything
deep underground.

Why did Stone Age people bury
all their stuff underground?

Were they worried someone might
steal it?

No, that's how we find it.

It wasn't always underground.

It was on the top.

The reason we find it
as archaeologists is that we go

out and we dig it up. Oh.

But not all Stones Age things
have to be dug up.

Some are still visible.

Which means you can see them.

This is Stonehenge.

Early man's finest achievement.

To Stones Age Britons,
this was a cross between Nemesis

at Alton Towers, in that it was
a spectacular attraction,

and the queue for Nemesis
at Alton Towers

in that it never fucking moves.

Stonehenge was used to
tell the time,

which means Stonehenge is the only
clock you can see from space.

Unless you have a clock
in your spaceship.

Eventually, primitive cave-boffins
discovered new materials.

Early man dropped
rocks like a stone,

and got into metal,
bronze, and then iron.

Iron Man was born.

But this Iron Man didn't have
superpowers like the Iron Man

in films. He couldn't fly or
tolerate Gwyneth Paltrow,

so instead he had to go to lengthy
measures to defend himself.

Luckily, cave-boffins had also
invented the iron spike.

And shortly after inventing
the spike,

they invented stabbing each other.

To make sure they stabbed the
right people,

Britons formed into primitive
gangs, called tribes.

And like many gangs,
they got into graffiti,

vandalising the countryside with
gigantic doodles

like this badly drawn horse,
or this decorative pervert.

Before Snapchat, hills were the most
efficient way to distribute

dick pics to a wide audience.

As a result, this site
at Cerne Abbas became the second

crudest hill in British history,
after Benny.

There's disagreement about how old
the Cerne Abbas giant

actually is, especially since he's
still young enough to get wood.

What's not in doubt
is that he represents

the birth of British art,
being the biggest example of a noble

visual tradition
that's echoed down the ages.

But this happy land of spikes
and hill filth

was about to come under threat
from something nobody saw coming.

Romans.

Where did the Romans come from?

To begin with, they came from Rome,

and then they came
from the Roman Empire.

Right, but where in Britain
did they come from?

Not from Britain, they came
from Rome, which is in Italy.

Right, well, this is about
the history of Britain, so....

Where in Britain did they come from?

Well, the Romans came from Rome
and they headed northwards

and conquered most of Europe.
And then they crossed

the English Channel and they
conquered about half of Britain.

And where did they go once
they were in Britain?

Well, they tried to get to Scotland

but they decided it wasn't worth
the effort of going there.

Yeah, I've felt that.

The Romans were so advanced
they came with Latin pre-installed.

And they soon taught the primitive
locals how to wash

and walk on their hind legs.

The Romans were fearsome in battle
but soon found themselves

facing resistance from some British
locals known as Celts.

There was heavy fighting,
although, according to experts,

it wouldn't have quite looked
like this.

Celts famously would... The warriors
would strip naked,

paint themselves in designs,
and go into battle naked.

They believed that by painting

themselves in designs that they were
calling out to their gods,

up in the sky, for protection
and for courage and for help.

Did the Romans have chain mail then?

They had, um, armour of a sort.

They had armour and they were naked?
Yeah. Who won?

Well... The Romans? The Romans won
in the end.

I knew it.

I bet when the Celts turned up naked
and saw what the Romans had on,

I bet they were kicking themselves.
I bet they felt stupid.

Bet they were like,
"Who suggested this?"

Having defeated the Celts,

the Romans set about
revolutionising British life.

They built Hard Ian's wall,
and put the capital of Britain

in Colchester, were nobody would
want to come and get it.

They introduced coins, and invented
these primitive 8-bit computer

game graphics, but couldn't
make them move.

What the Romans really loved,
was bathing, which is

why they built this in
the English town of Bathe.

No-one in Britain had seen anything
as sophisticated as these baths.

You could think of it as an early
example of gentrification,

like when someone opens
an artisan bakery in Hull.

Imagine an ancient Briton
walking into this place.

He'd scarcely be able to comprehend
what he was seeing.

It'd be like Steve McFadden
climbing on board Concorde.

Perhaps most impressive of all,
the Romans invented roads.

Before roads was invented,
you had to travel around by standing

at the edge of your village,
and seeing how far you could jump.

Despite all this, some people
resisted the Roman invasion.

Queen Boudicca came from Norfolk,
like so many rebels.

Myleene Klass.

Ed Balls.

Delia Smith.

Boudicca hated the Romans.

She led a barbarian army in revolt,
and attacked Colchester,

turning it from the bustling
capital into a smouldering hellhole

full of weeping and despair,
which you can still visit today.

Rome was the most advanced warfare
machine on the planet.

But Boudicca's army fought back with
the weapon they knew best.

Spikes.

And lost, because it's just spikes.

Once Boudicca was crushed,
the Romans ruled over

Britain for years, until suddenly
they had to rush home because they

remembered they'd left a complete
collapse of civilisation on.

Britain was left on its own.

It had taken back control from the
unelected bureaucrats of Rome

and was free at last to
explore its own proud destiny.

And it did that by immediately
entering the Dark Ages.

We don't know a huge amount
about what actually happened

during the Dark Ages because the
Romans had taken

the last pens with them.

That's probably why it
became a time of myth.

And great heroes, like King Arthur.

King Arthur came a lot, didn't he?

I, I think you mean that
he's associated

with the court of Camelot.
No, it definitely says....

"King Arthur came a lot."

Camelot. Camelot?
Yeah, it's it's his court.

Where he, where he held court.

It's, it's a place.
Oh, right.

But do we know if he came a lot?

Or, like, just
the same as an average man?

Like about a tablespoon.

The only evidence I have in that
regard is that he is said to

have had one child. Right.

So probably not.
Probably not.

Even though he didn't exist,

King Arthur lived in a castle
called Camelot,

where he founded the Round Table,

even though he didn't do
that either.

The Round Table was
a sort of lazy Susan,

which meant the knights could
get at the snacks

they wanted without having to
move around in their armour.

But perhaps the greatest British
icon to emerge

during the Dark Ages was
mega patriot

and dragon slayer St George.

We don't know where or when
George slayed the dragon,

but we know it definitely happened

because a bystander took this
painting of the event.

And it probably happened
somewhere in Wales.

It's one of the few concrete facts
to come out of the Dark Ages.

Do we know for certain the dragon
was threatening St George

or do we just jump to conclusions

because the of the way
the dragon looked?

Um, well, eh, the story of
St George killing the dragon

isn't actually true
because there are no dragons.

After he killed the dragon,
how was he rewarded?

I mean, what's better than a saint?

Well, he didn't kill the dragon,
cos dragons don't exist.

It's made up.

But is it true to say he was the
greatest Englishman who ever lived?

The thing about St George is that he
wasn't actually English.

His father came from the middle of
what's now Turkey,

and his mother came from Palestine.

And he never actually came
to England.

Oh, you're joking!

But although St George never
bothered, lots of other

foreigners did set foot in Britain,
as it got invaded again and again.

First by the Angles and the Saxons

and then by the notoriously brutal
Vikings, who arrived from

Denmark in long boats, wearing metal
helmets which they'd somehow managed

to pull over the terrifying skull
horns that jutted from their heads.

British King Alfred of Great fought
the Vikings by giving up,

and letting them settle in York,

probably because it had
the Jorvik Viking Centre.

Soon, interbreeding meant
the Vikings lost their distinctive

horns and became indistinguishable
from normal humans.

For a few hundred years,
Britain was relatively peaceful,

until one day when a new king,
Harold, was getting coronated.

And Halley's Comet, a sort of very
short firework display,

appeared in the sky.

The comet has always heralded
great events.

It last appeared
in our skies in 1986,

the same year the sitcom
Brush Strokes started.

# Because of you,
these things I do

# Because of you,
because of you. #

In King Harold's day,
the comet was also a sign

of terrible things to come.

The year was 1066.

1066 and the Battle of Hastings
are probably British history's

two most famous events, so it's
handy they happened the same year.

Harold had a rival.

In the first example of an EU
national coming over here

to take British jobs,

a Frenchman called William set sail
to seize the throne,

and become King.

It's amazing to think that only
a thousand years ago, this field

was interesting,
because it was here

that Harold and William's
armies met.

There have been many battles
in Britain's history,

but we don't know what
happened in most of them.

The Battle of Hastings is different.

We've got an accurate visual record
of the whole thing thanks to

a quick-thinking bystander,
who took a tapestry of it.

Despite looking like a
Game of Thrones season finale

drawn by an eight-year-old boy,

the Baywatch Tapestry captures
the full force of the battle.

It's just like being there,
but in wool.

Here's the Norman archers
steaming in on their blue horses.

Here's a sort of stick fight bit.

Some chopped up people down here.

His head's off,
he'll be furious about that.

Some goose monsters in the
sky looking down.

A sort of lion thing up here
eating its own tail.

Is that its bumhole?
I think that's its bumhole.

As you can see, Harold won

when he triumphantly caught
an arrow in his eye.

Sadly, it wasn't enough,
and he died soon after.

No-one knows why.

This meant that the Normans
were victorious.

At last, William the Conqueror's
name made sense.

William winning was like
Brexit backwards.

Britain was suddenly part of Europe.

And that meant everything
had to change.

There were new castles,
new cathedrals,

even the Tower of London,
and amazingly all built by one man,

Norman Architecture.

The new king wanted
a list of everybody in the country,

where they lived,
and what stuff they had.

It became known as the
Domesday Book

and was very much
the internet of its day.

So is this the actual Domesday Book?

This is the actual Domesday
Book, yes.

And it's usually under glass,
isn't it, this book?

Well, usually it's not
accessible at all.

So, it's very rarely on display
so this is really quite a special

occasion, that we've got it out,
for you to be able to see it today.

So you're not allowed to touch it.

No. I thought that was
because of the curse.

The curse? Yeah. I heard that there
was a curse on it.

I've definitely not heard that
so I, I don't think there's a curse.

I thought it was going to be like,
you know, Raiders of the Lost Ark?

Mm-hm. Where that Nazi
gets his face melted off.

Yeah, yeah. I thought it was going
to be like that.

I'm afraid not. Oh.

So how does the Domesday Book
compare to a book like

The Runaway by Martina Cole?

Well, I've not read The Runaway
by Martina Cole, but I think...

It's really good. OK...

I think that's a work of fiction
so it's a made-up story,

whereas Domesday is recording
the land and land holding

in England before
the Norman conquest

and after the Norman conquest.

It kind of lists who holds land,
and what's within that land

and how much it's worth.

And it does that in a lot of detail.

So Roger holds a land here called,

it's just called Mildehope.

It's probably going to have
a different name now.

So how can we free the people
living in this book?

Well, they don't live in the book.

But their souls are inside the book.

I don't think that's
necessarily true.

I think this records
information about them.

But it's not...
they're not in there.

It's just, you know,
it's just a record about them.

It doesn't sort of contain
their being, or anything like that.

We don't need to worry about them.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

The book gives us a unique insight
into what life would have

been like in the Middle Ages.

In the middle-evil times,
if you were lucky enough to be

a King or a knight or a lady with
a pointy hat with all nets on it,

you might have lived
somewhere like this.

A castle.

Castles were originally built by
kings to protect their land

and to sit in -
whereas, today, they're mainly used

as extortionate wedding venues.

Of course, not everyone was a king.

Everyone else was peasants.

Peasants lived in thatched wooden
huts full of chicken shit.

The water was filthy,
so everyone drank beer,

and the only thing to eat was bread.

It was a particularly challenging
time for the gluten-intolerant.

But, luckily, nobody was yet middle
class, so they just put up with it.

But life for the common man
was about to get better

thanks to the Magna Carta,
a sort of terms

and conditions notice King John had
to sign against his will,

which limited his powers
and gave citizens basic rights.

The Magna Carta kick-started the
whole of British political history,

a history so complex even experts
can no longer keep track of it.

What's the most political thing
that's ever happened in Britain?

Erm...

I'm not sure. I mean, I think...

Gosh, that's...

that's, that's a a tricky question
in the sense that

there are definitely degrees of....

Oh, gosh.

What's the most political...?
So, I, I...

There are lots of things
that are straightforwardly political

and then there are other
things that are not.

That are sort of halfway, I guess,
but, erm, I can't...

I genuinely can't identify
the most political.

Second-most?

Meanwhile, back in history,
by the Middle Ages, middle-evil

England was such a big deal,
it was even happening in Scotland.

The Scots have always been a
proud, confident nation,

ready to complain if they think
they've not been given their own

little section in a landmark
history programme.

But in 1296,

Scotland was reluctantly under the
rule of English Edward I.

One man wanted out, Walliam Willis.

No-one knew what Walliam Willis
looked like until 1995

when Hollywood scientists discovered
he looked exactly like Mel Gibson

who was, coincidentally, playing
a Scottish Apache in a film called

Braveheart, a sort of Scottish
reboot of Dancing With Wolves.

That they may take our lives, but
they'll never take our freedom!

Sensitively informing modern
audiences about a story little-known

outside Scotland, the film
emotively and expertly

depicted Walliam as he gathered a
band of noble warriors

and defeated the English army
at Stirling Bridge,

using facepaint and
extreme whittling.

To this day, the words
"Stirling Bridge"

conjure pride in every
Scotman's heart.

While to an Englishman,

those same words conjure up
literally no feelings at all.

But his glory days weren't to
last and Willis and his men

were defeated by the English
at Falkirk.

With Willis gone, a posh Scotsman
called Roberty Bruce

thrashed the English at the Battle
of Bannockburn, and took the throne.

Scotland would never again be under
English control, for a bit.

Willis meanwhile was eventually
captured by the English

and taken to London, where he was
publicly hung, drawn and quartered.

This means he was hung by his neck,
then while he was still alive,

his guts were chopped out,
and his body cut into four quarters.

Something you can ask your local
butcher to do to a chicken.

Once it'd stopped screaming,
Willis's severed head

was placed atop a pike
on London Bridge,

like a sort of gory Scottish Pez.

Willis' execution kicked off a
golden age of public entertainment.

As well as watching people die
painfully, popular past-times

included bear baiting,
shin-kicking and cockfighting,

which isn't what it sounds like,
even though I checked twice.

But British culture wasn't just
being cruel to animals.

It was also bum jokes.

And the William Shakespeare of bum
jokes was Geoffrey Chaucer.

His greatest work was
The Canterbury Tales,

which everyone has pretended
to have a read at least some of.

His stories feature lots of bawdy
shenanigans, a literary phrase

which means knockers popping out,
or things unexpectedly

going up your arse accompanied
by a sort of swannee whistle noise.

Chaucer's meant to be quite rude,
isn't he?

Could you describe
a rude bit for me?

So, there's a very famous scene
where, um, there's a woman,

a very pretty woman called Alison,
who everyone fancies.

And she is in her bedroom
with one lover,

and then another would-be lover
arrives at the window

to serenade her
and begs her for a kiss.

And she sticks her arse
out of the window, her naked arse,

and he kisses that
very enthusiastically

and then suddenly realises
what he's done.

And he's quite upset and runs away.

Right, that's not very rude, is it?

Like, my mate, Paul,
told me this joke

about this bloke in prison, who wore
a bib round his backside.

And that story went places
I wasn't prepared for.

Like, not even funny,
just disturbing.

And when I looked up,
Paul was crying.

But it wasn't all chuckles
in the Middle Ages.

In 1348, Britain was invaded again.

But this time by a plague.

Not a metaphorical plague
like a metaphorical plague.

But an actual plague,
made of plague.

The Black Death symptoms
were disgusting.

Discoloured buboes grew
in the groin and armpits,

making even a light workout
next to impossible.

If you had sex with someone who had
the Black Death, would you

have to use a condom for protection?

It depends what your major
concerns were.

Um. But you wouldn't be protecting
yourself against infection.

How long would you get off work
if you got the Black Death?

Um, in about 70% of
cases you'd be off work forever.

Oh, right. Result.

Because you'd be dead. Oh.

Roughly half the population died,
which statistically meant that

if you wanted to save your loved
ones, you'd have to die yourself.

The Middle Ages
started like fancy dress party

and ended like Halloween.

But once it had
got its strength back,

and grown some more people,

England descended into 30 glorious
years of violent conflict

between rival royal houses -
the War of the Roses,

which sounds like a sitcom
about florists, but,

perhaps surprisingly, wasn't.

This was an incredibly complex
period of history,

which is frustrating because we've
got to get it out of the way in this

episode, and we spent too long
talking about Mel Gibson earlier.

The War of the Roses is
a complicated struggle,

but could you sum it up
for my viewers in,

like, three words?

Uh, conspiracy, dynasty, war.

Could you do it a bit more
thoroughly than that?

I'll give you ten seconds.

Start.

Uh, it's a struggle to control
England and the crown.

You've got a few more seconds.

Between warring and...

Stop.

Perhaps the most violent
event of the War of the Roses

was the Battle of Bosworth,

which Richard III tried to escape
by burrowing under a car park.

He hid down here for centuries
before finally emerging in 2013,

by which point the war was over,
and he'd died of tarmac inhalation.

Richard III may have died,

but he gave birth to a series
of celebrity kings and queens.

The Tudors, very much
the Kardashians of British history.

But that's a story that'll have
to wait for now.

Join me next time
when I go back in time again.

Not in an exciting
way like in a film,

I'm probably just looking at some
old pots, or something.

How can we be sure Henry of Eight
is who we think he was?

What if he was someone else just
pretending to be himself,

who happened to look like whoever
he actually was? Uh, well...