If Carlsberg did archaeology digs...

I'm currently living in a village, just outside the city of Newport in South Wales, called Caerleon. It's one of the nicer (real word? ah well, you know what I mean) areas of Newport. Not much goes on here. However, there's a lot of boring history.

There's lots of Roman stuff here, it was the site of one of Britain's three permanent Roman Legionary Fortresses. There's a pretty groovy Roman amphitheatre and there's always some archaeology going on. Anyway, enough of the boring background stuff, I'll cut to the chase...

What follows is a genuine photo from the Caerleon website about the most recent dig and their 'findings'...

I'm not making this up. They claim that this box contains some of their 'findings'!

A can of Carlsberg.

A old golf ball.

A clothes label.

A rusty screw.

You can find all these things in my bin! I mean, what the hell!?

I can imagine someone scrabbling through the mud with a tooth-comb, uncovering a shiny piece of metal, grabbing hold of it and thrusting it in the air, exclaiming to their fellow diggers...

"Look what I FOUND!"

Only to then realise it's an old beer can.

"Well... It still counts!"

Then chucking it in the box with the golf ball.

Giggles galore.