Finished The Girl Upstairs by Georgina Lees

Stuff

 It always puzzles me that the On the Beach advert family are so unpleasant - the mum whacks some bloke at the pool with a discarded flipflop, the brother licks his ice-cream greedily & smugly in the face of his sister who had dropped hers, they act like inconsiderate pigs generally. 

I thought the idea of holiday ads was to be aspirational, but the aspiration wouldn't usually be to behave like arseholes.

Anyhoo.

I finished Rev Richard Coles' Murder before Evensong last week. It was a cosy murder mystery and there were three murders in the end after a gentle start. I guess it's set in the '80s? Must be because the protagonist was a hip rector for knowing of Erasure. I enjoyed it; it was quite sedate but comforting in pace, and his characters were likeable. The reveal wasn't particularly believable or wholly satisfying in my view, but I'd give his next outing with Canon Clement a read, I reckon. 

I'm currently reading Brian Bilston's Days like These. 

Woodya

 Happy new year and all that. It is the customary time of year to resolve to do things differently and do better, so yes to that (again) and tally ho, it's 2023.

I watched a film with Woody Harrelson in it this morning - The Man from Toronto, and that was quite funny and entertaining. 

I'd pick a film with him in it quite often: reminder to self, I must never find out any more about him. 

I thought he was hot as hell in Natural Born Killers, (which is a film I would probably never watch again, because I think I'd look at it differently now, but when it came out in the mid-90s I thought was cool). He's not quite as he once was, but then, it's frighteningly nearly 30 years on.  

I have started reading Rev Richard Cole's novel Murder Before Evensong. There hasn't been a murder yet.