Day: December 1, 2019

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Not Exactly Wodehousian, But. . .

So very, VERY NOT my “cuppa tea,” but. . . Holly Bell (pen name) has penned a series of “cozy mysteries” with a “paranormal” bent that is just. . . charming. *heh* I would so very much like to see the Amanda Cadabra books turned into a well-done TV series (perhaps the producers of The Vicar of Dibley or folks with a similar set of sensibilities and talents could do the series justice). Why these stories appeal to me might best be described by saying they very nearly as charmingly frivolous and inconsequential as Wodehouse’s typical stories: just fun, and little else.

IMO, the world needs more wholesome fun.

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A Classic Post from 2007

Ifonly more people understood Johnny English, perhaps the West, and particularly the U.S.–who cares about France anymore?–could survive the onslaught of leftists (of darned near all stripe), Muzzies, Greens, Aztlan invaders and other barbarians (see your daily Mass MEdia Podpeople for examples: whatever *cough* “the Mother Ship orbiting Uranus” *cough* has approved for plaudits you can count on being bad for civilization).

But if the message of that marvelous film, Johnny English, were properly grasped, perhaps the End of the West could be averted. I’ll leave you with these priceless gems of wisdom to get you started:

A good agent doesn’t need gadgets. The only gadgets I’ve ever needed are a sharp eye, sensitive hearing and a whole bunch of bigger brains.

As far as I’m concerned, the only thing the French should be allowed to host is an invasion.

All right, so I was wrong about the Archbishop’s bottom.