Murder In Store*

“Look, there’s a Parsonage section,” I say to my colleague.  We’re in Marks and Spencer, or that’s what it says on the outside of the shop anyway.  Inside, it’s full of furniture and ornaments and decorative items: chairs, sofas, jewellery boxes, soft furnishings.   “What’s a parsonage?” She says. “It’s where a parson lives,” I […]

Royal Blood*

“I want someone to share my life” screams the headline of the Evening Standard.  “Prince Harry today spoke of how he wants to find the love of his life to settle down and have children.” My Prince Harry!  Ah how sweet.  Hope he meets someone wonderful very soon then.  Would offer to do it myself but: 1.  […]

A Royal Pain*

“No, dear, you have to give the stag four of the biscuits for his lunch,” Prince Philip says.  “Look: dig up a few more.”  He pushes his trowel into the ground and unearths a couple more of the biscuits which appear to be a cross between rice cakes and weetabix.  They are orange and flat […]

I Dream Of Murder*

“Oh, I’ve always smoked a lot of weed. I don’t find that it affects me at all,” the girl says.  We’re sitting at a wooden table in The Stables restaurant of the local country club.  The ceiling is beamed.  Looking around, this is so weird, I think.  Next to the girl is her mother on […]

Black Mist*

They’re filming Black Mist: apparently it’s a Poirot novel although I’ve never heard of it, which is strange and unsettling as I’m sure I know all of them.  There’s a large cast.  The plot revolves around a gang of girls in their early twenties, which is unusual.  One of these girls is involved with a […]