Actually, in this house what you hear a lot of between 6.00 and 7.00pm, Monday to Friday, is a stream of ungentlemanly moans and groans and grumps because, just as I sit down to my supper, the 'Memsahib' insists on having Murder She Wrote on the TV. Yeeeeeeeees, quite! Did you know that the series ran for 12 years and a total of 264 episodes - 264!!!! Oh my Gaaaaaaard!
Anyway, there I am trapped between my desire for grub and my loathing for Murder She Wrote which features, of course, the amateur detective, Jessica Fletcher, played by Angela Lansbury. In every episode I quietly pray for the arrival of a maniacal axe murderer who will execute every single person 'living' in Cabot Cove, the fictional New England village where-in the series is mainly set.
Truth be told, even if it is through gritted teeth, the series is mostly very professionally written, acted and directed but Angela Lansbury is the pillar that holds it all up. So, not just on behalf of the 'Memsahib', I am forced to get to my feet and applaud the lady for winning an Olivier Award last night for her performance on the London stage in Noel Coward's play Blithe Spirit - at the age of 89!
Jolly well done, Jessica, er, sorry, I mean Angela. I just wish I possessed a fraction of your skill and professionalism, you are, in the very best sense of the phrase, 'a real trouper'!
