I love the little quirks of history that define us as the product of chaos rather than some grand scheme, so I've long been fascinated by the almost farcical circumstances surrounding the assassination of the Archduke Ferdinand, the event that precipitated the bloody muddle of the First World War.
Unbeknownst to each other two terrorist groups set out to assassinate him on that fateful day. One was organised by experienced Serbian militia but manned by incompetent students, the other incongruously consisted of young artists from Hungary. Although perhaps not that incongruously because a failed art student led the Nazi’s into the Second World War fighting allied forces led by an amateur painter.