Both Tony Blair and Richard III were in the news this week. One, a monster of duplicity, with an eye on power alone, accused by his enemies of responsibility for numberless deaths. The other, a pious medieval king.The coverage of Richard was huge. There was no escape. Even in the bath on Sunday morning I was talked at, via my portable radio, by the dean of Leicester: “Today we will receive into this cathedral the mortal remains of King Richard III,” he told me as I soaped a foot. “An anointed king like all God’s children deserves burial with dignity and honour. But what does all this mean today? Why here?”Most of God’s children are not buried in Leicester cathedral, and I’d pondered the dean’s question in my own newspaper, The Daily Telegrap