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How cosy can cosy crime become?
Reading cosy crime at bedtime is better than any narcotic; a sure cure for insomnia. But sometimes the level of cosiness irritates rather than calms. Frustration with plot, characters or dialogue wakens rather than lulls, and sleep becomes a forlorn hope. Maybe it is a case of “you can have too much of a good thing.”…
Tabloid scandals ready-made for a modern Becky Sharp
The tabloid scandals of the UK’s recent history are prime fodder for the eponymous heroine of Becky. The chronicles of this razor-sharp young woman provide a lively modern version of Thackeray’s Vanity Fair. They offer a sparkling antidote to the millions of words spilled by these seedy events. Their framework is clearly based on those…
Chemistry provides formula for joy
A recent trip into the chemistry lab surprised and delighted with the discovery that it held a formula for joy. It produced the recipe (pictured left) for sheer undiluted pleasure, as well as moments of laugh-out-loud comic interludes. Thankfully there was no need this time for the white coat and protective goggles demanded by Health…
LinkedIn or lost out?
Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost out on the many advantages LinkedIn claims to offer. Several years of membership and I am none the wiser. It’s like being admitted to one of those exclusive London clubs and being allowed to enter no further that the lobby. Am I wearing the wrong tie?…
Love-lorn pathos behind the Wall
IF there is one book you must read this year it is . . . No. Stop right there. But many reviewers fail to do so. They burble on, telling us what we must read. They do so without knowing a jot about our likes and dislikes, our preferred reading genre or life experiences that…
Thinking no longer needed thanks to AI