Prudentia Chalfont-Smythe here. My late husband was a great patron of the arts. After inventing the Toaster at an early age he traveled far and wide; it is fascinating to know that the toaster was originally called the Smythe Oven, a name I find quite catchy. Sir Donald enjoyed fancy dress and was quite smitten by the Bronte sisters although I cannot imagine why. With everyone out of the office, it falls to me then to blog in real time about the Edgar nominees in the area of crime fiction, a genre that I find lacking in gentility, and quite frankly, something one expects the Earl to hack out on his portable Royal. Honestly, the man is appalling.
The list is here somewhere…where is that intern? While I have you, let me remind you that my column The Smoking Bun nows appears bi-weekly in the Wellington Leg Intelligencer. Those of you in Goth and Lesser Hornbrook will have to acquire your copies from Mrs. Frothingmunster at the Post Office. They say the Goth Highway is blocked by skirmishers from the Valeria Victrix legion, to which I say piffle. What on earth is a skirmisher?
This is embarrassing. I cannot lay me hands on that list. I do wish that someone would supervise Ms. DeMedici from time to time. Oh, there’s the alarm on my Smythe Oven. Must dash.