Why did no one tell me…

… that Agatha Christie was so funny?

I’m reading her work, mainly because of a programme I saw on her when I was in Wales and partly because I have this insane idea that I want to write a fantasy murder/mystery.

I’ve read ‘The Secret Adversary’ and could even the Famous Five compare with Tommy and Tuppence’s obsessive gluttony? Today, I’m in the middle of ‘The Man in the Brown Suit’. There’s an irreverence in her characters that reminds me of Bertie Wooster. I’m waiting for them to break out into a stirring rendition of ’47 Ginger Haired Sailors (my all-time favourite Wooster song). Which reminds me. Must buy more Bertie Wooster *grin*