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almaviva90My book on Wellington finally arrived this afternoon...just a week after the other book arrived last Wednesday. It's not a hardcover as I thought it would be (the booksellers seem to be all wretchedly unclear as to whether the copies they have are paperback or hardback since both of them weirdly seem to have the ISBN number) but alas, what can one do? At least it's readable, that's the most important thing. Perhaps I'll try to get a hardback version next time.
Watched a couple of Poirot episodes last night...and goodness me, it was extremely entertaining to have refreshed my mind about these episodes. I nearly forgot how hilariously funny they were; with Hugh Fraser's Hastings as always stealing the show with his adorableness although really Hastings wouldn't be half as funny if David Suchet's Poirot wasn't there to complement him. There was one extremely amusing moment in the last episode of the first series (The Dream) where Poirot laments that his little grey cells might be deserting him:
Poirot: ...a sign that they are weakened by old age and the fast living.
Hastings: I wouldn't call your life exactly fast.
Poirot: Oh, not perhaps now, Hastings but in my youth?
Hastings stares at him in amazement.
Hastings [astounded]: Really? [Pause] Really?
Poirot shrugs.
Poirot: You see one pays to settle one's account.
Hastings [utterly disconcerted]: I say.
What else can I say? I love these two. =P
Watched a couple of Poirot episodes last night...and goodness me, it was extremely entertaining to have refreshed my mind about these episodes. I nearly forgot how hilariously funny they were; with Hugh Fraser's Hastings as always stealing the show with his adorableness although really Hastings wouldn't be half as funny if David Suchet's Poirot wasn't there to complement him. There was one extremely amusing moment in the last episode of the first series (The Dream) where Poirot laments that his little grey cells might be deserting him:
Poirot: ...a sign that they are weakened by old age and the fast living.
Hastings: I wouldn't call your life exactly fast.
Poirot: Oh, not perhaps now, Hastings but in my youth?
Hastings stares at him in amazement.
Hastings [astounded]: Really? [Pause] Really?
Poirot shrugs.
Poirot: You see one pays to settle one's account.
Hastings [utterly disconcerted]: I say.
What else can I say? I love these two. =P
