That makes a change. It's usually me telling partner to shut up while we're watching DW, but
how am I supposed to keep quiet when every other line is another Christie title? And the sheer quantity of them, when thrown into a cliche-fest to rival Tooth and Claw, ought to have been annoying I'm sure, but if I say that I nearly fell out of my seat laughing at (Professor?) Peach's unfinished final words... (Someone tell me he said 'heavens' when he saw the wasp, please, because I was laughing too loud to listen properly)
And as I was still sniggering delightedly and only just managed to stop myself running for the bookshelves to show him that 'look, I've got that very edition of Death in the Clouds' (only mine was, y'know, published in 1970) at the end, I think I'll have to go with - Yes, that was bloody wonderful.
And yes, it was full of cliches, but by the time they reached critical mass it didn't seem to matter any more. It was everything my first piece of high school (by which I mean aged 11) creative writing wanted to be, with the added bonus of the over-explained ending from Clue, canon slash, and time travel. (But no secret passages. Mine had secret passages. And a cook called Ivor Noshup, but there...)
Sheer bliss.
Not too sure what to make of the trailer for next (but one) week, but right now I don't care - I've got to find a bottle of something not too alcoholic and work my way through those titles again.