People I am delirious. Absolutely delirious. You know how much I adore the frivolous stuff and nonsense that is M.C.Beatons’ Agatha Raisin cozy mystery series? Like adore it with all the passion people usually reserve for the kind of vices they wouldn’t want to take to the confession box? Well yes: that much. Agatha is in fact my very own dirty secret. The kind of literary vice I do not like to think about but indulge in as often as dear Ms Beaton cares to churn a new episode in Agatha Raisin’s life, out…
Having reached a point where I’m up to speed with all the books and thus have to wait almost a year between the next, I was to to be found squealing like a pig in a sty last night after Finley wandered in and casually mentioned that Agatha would be back in her very own eight part series at the beginning of June and I got so excited I almost licked his face which frankly doesn’t do at all because twelve year old boys and people in general really don’t take kindly to having their faces licked.
Snakes and bast**ds, as Agatha would say, where was I? Oh yes. Agatha is back on the tele! Christmas 2014 saw the first televisation of Agatha Raisin in her first cozy calamity, The Quiche of Death, and though at the time Mum and I were ABSOLUTELY APPALLED that Agatha did not have the shiny brown bob and “bear-like” eyes so frequently referred to by M.C.Beaton in the books (we favored Caroline Quentin), the whole program was so delightfully silly and scrumptiously filmed in Biddestone, Wiltshire (a Cotswold gem if ever there was one!), that we decided to forgive and forget and just enjoy a romp through a rather madcap murder mystery in a gorgeous English village…
For the books are silly. And I am silly. And sometimes silly is just what the doctor ordered don’t you know?
So pour a scotch and frazzle a microwave meal because Agatha arrives on Sky One in June.