Something about Agatha Christie.
Something about Agatha Christie.
The toilets in my office are maintained by dedicated staff. The ones in my home are occasionally paid attention to by distracted volunteers.
It’s so strange to me that so many of these got made. Anyone could see they were going to be terrible and die on their arses and yet they continued to plough time and talent into them. What a waste of everyone’s time.
The “best” things rather than “good” things? That’s a bar too low for even Hermes to limbo under.