Also, I love the logo:
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It's just dawned on me that 'cosy mystery', ie the genre where murderers wipe out seven people per book over cupcake recipes or directing the village play, should in fact be called Homicidal Monsters Everywhere In Your Life, You Are Safe Nowhere mystery.— KJ Charles (needs to get back to work) (@kj_charles) October 6, 2021
"You know what makes me feel really warm and cosy? Reflecting that if I'm given the alto lead at choir, I can expect to be found dead with a tropical fish stuffed down my throat at any time, because that's a totally proportionate reaction."— KJ Charles (needs to get back to work) (@kj_charles) October 6, 2021
One of the first pocket pistols was invented in 18th century England and named after the reigning Queen Anne of Great Britain. This single-shot flintlock is easily recognizable because the breech and trigger plate are forged into one piece with the lock plate. This firearm is an early breechloader that is loaded by unscrewing the breech with a barrel key.
Despite its female namesake, both men and women used Queen Anne pistols. They were produced in a variety of sizes, with most being considered coat-sized. An even smaller variant was colloquially referred to as a “muff” pistol because it could fit within a woman’s hand-warmer.
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Interestingly, the OED labels the pubic sense of “muff” as slang, but it labels “muff-diver,” “muff-dive,” and “muff-diving” as coarse slang. It would have been interesting to be a fly on the wall as the dictionary’s editors discussed the labeling of these terms.
“Thirdly, and this is the important one: dead men. Dead men under the sun of Jacobsdal or floating down the Thames at night. Dead and smashed in the seas off Beachy Head, or in lonely rooms with a gun falling from their hands, or in the next war because of the secrets that have been sold. The Armstrongs have left a trail of blood for their own enrichment, and I intend to bring them to justice. And I am quite sure that you will stand with me to do it, whatever else happens, because if you are a man to put personal concerns before duty, then I have lost my judgement.”
Lying on his deathbed, 15 years after the concerto's completion, Elgar "rather feebly" tried to whistle the first movement's haunting 9/8 theme to his friend, the violinist William Reed.
"Billy," he said with tears in his eyes, "if ever you're walking on the Malvern Hills and hear that, don't be frightened. It's only me."
Illustrations like this one. Seriously. pic.twitter.com/qJ7qrBaT33— KJ Charles (needs to get back to work) (@kj_charles) August 29, 2021