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the-jovial-jester · 8 months
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I swear someone needs to make a film plot where famous detectives all go on vacation to the same place and there’s a murder. Because all the detectives would HATE each other
Poirot and Sherlock are constantly fighting
Nero Wolfe refuses to leave his hotel room and is just bitching about everyone to Archie
asene lupine isn’t even trying to solve the mystery he’s just pissing off sherlock. watson wants to go home
Hastings and Archie are trading stories about there respective employer/friend
sherlock solves it first but Miss Marple actually did she just didn’t say anything because “these young whipper snappers need to work it out themselves”
the whimseys and the Branford’s didn’t even show up because Tuppence and Harriet were trying on hats while Tommy and Peter just kinda sat there
Poirot was busy matchmaking and Sherlock was like ugh that’s disgusting 😒
foyle was the detective they called. He took one look at this shit show and said Sam take me home.
bertie Wooster was a guest too and he was set to marry the murdered ladies daughter but Jeeves tipped off Poirot that the girl was in love with the gardener
jeeves and miss Marple get along wonderfully
no one’s really sure why those two gardening ladies are so nosey.
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dadsinsuits · 7 months
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Michael Kitchen
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nigesakis · 2 months
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Tobias Menzies in Foyle's War, Season 1 Episode 2 (2002) 2/2
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oldshrewsburyian · 6 months
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So... if someone wanted to get into Foyle's War, could they watch the whole thing in order, or would skipping around to the "best" episodes be more advisable?
*vibrates with zeal*
Start at the beginning! For one thing, the first episode has Rosamund Pike and Robert Hardy in it. For another, while this tiny fandom is full of well-supported opinions about where the show may wobble, or where Anthony Horowitz may commit crimes against continuity, I'm with the NPR reviewer who opined, at the time of the show's finale, that the entire thing was mysteriously perfect.
Also! there is not only a lot of important character and relationship development that happens gradually over the course of the series, but the plots-of-the-week are tied to the unfolding events of the war. Also also, it would be a shame to miss even one of Michael Kitchen's micro-expressions.
I feel I should mention that the FW fandom is one of the loveliest I've ever been in; there's not so much "discourse" as there is "spiritually sitting around the fireplace having cups of tea while gossiping about characters' life choices."
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spineless-lobster · 11 months
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No you don’t understand they’re actually all cousins I know because I read their military papers
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oscarwetnwilde · 27 days
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James Wilby's 2000's roles: Part two.
Chicklit (2016): Geoffrey The Secret Diary Of A Call Girl: Season 4, Episode 4: (2011): Henry The Sense of an Ending: (2017): David Ford Inspector Lewis: Expiation (2004): Hugh Mallory Silent Witness: Nowhere Fast, part one (2006): Matt Gibb Jump Together: (2001): Nathan Little Devil: (2007): Adrian Bishop Father Brown: The Cat Of Castigatus (2018): Sefton Scott Foyle's War: They Fought In The Fields (2004): Major Cornwall Ancient Rome: The Rise and Fall of an Empire (2006): Ofonius Tigellinus
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darkhorse-javert · 3 months
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'News to the Desert'
Introducing Simon 'Sim' Stewart, and to some extent his father Benjamin Stewart (who has made a prior apperance in my writing). Respectively they're Sam's Cousion and Uncle. @blind-dates-fest
North African Desert 1942
A towselled head pops out of the canvas back of the lorry, grins at him, offering a thick bundle in oilskin, “Post has come in, Sir.”
“Righto, Sergeant” He takes the offered bundle, turns to the thick group of his men, cramped together behind him in the path of their camp. They're standing steady, but they're concentrated on the letters in his arms. He pulls them out of the packet, turns up the first one
“Tods, J.” One man presses forwards, takes a bunch of letters wrapped together
“Smith, A J,
“Sergeant Todd..”
It carries on
At last, only one packet is left, a thin one, perhaps only two letters.or a thick one. He pulls off the cover. Two it is, numbered as is the family want.
He pulls out the first, father's familiar handwriting rolling across the thin page, and shimmering through from the other side.
Dear Sim,
We hope you are well out there and in good spirits. We two are quite well here at home, and you probably have heard more of Edwin than we have here, his last letter spoke of being ‘well but dusty’. But then, we suppose, sending post from where we guess you are is not the easiest undertaking.
Things have been very peaceful here, the church choir is carrying on very well, in spite of everything. I confess to being selfishly glad when James Robbins failed his call-up medical a few weeks ago - on account of the rheumatic fever he had as a baby - at least for now we may retain one reliable baritone voice, especially as we lost many of the younger Altos last year. But those are minor matters, and highly selfish in motivation to boot. Services are still well attended here.
‘The two scamps’ send you their luck and good wishes (if we’re being literal, they ask that you “get lots of Nazi’s” - bloodthirsty young pair, I and your mother only ask that you stay safe).
The wider family all report they are well, your Uncle Iain and Aunt Margaret have had no close shaves, despite being on the South Coast. 
By far the grandest item of news from the family is that Samatha is to be married, on 6th November. Her husband-to-be is an RAF fighter pilot, and also the son of the Detective Inspector she has been driving since she was attached to the Police.
He pauses, quietly re-reads the sentences for a moment, then continues the letter.
You may find this news to come out of the blue, but cannot be as surprised as your Uncle Iain was.  If I am reading his letter correctly,  the first he heard of the young gentleman was when a letter from the young man arrived asking for consent to the marriage. It has later emerged that Samantha has been walking out with him, his duties permitting, since the autumn of 1940. And for not one of us to any the wiser to it in the intervening time. 
He smiles at the letter, 
Oh, well played, Sammy, well done indeed. We always think of you as our ‘little cousin’, myself included in that regard. But - he lets his mind drift back to that last pre-war Summer - you were quite grown up back then, the Lady of the Vicarage with Aunt Margaret’s health as it was, joining the forces won’t have hindered that, probably helped. You’re not a girl in plaits anymore, to be trotted out in Sunday Best. Another memory; ginger plaits and a freckled face as he looked down through gaps in tree branches, to see a much younger Sammy determinedly climbing after him 
His father’s pen has paused, and then continued with blacker ink; You may perhaps be able to imagine your Uncle Iain’s reaction to all of this, Sim. 
Chuckles tickle his throat and wobble his shoulders at that. Dear Uncle Iain, as pastorally and kindly minded as he is, will have been roundly knocked for six by the apparently sudden news, and knocked again when Samantha’s ‘deception’ came to light. He almost feels sorry for his youngest uncle, what little of him isn’t childishly egging Sam on in her little flash of independence, perhaps even defiance 
That said his father’s letter continues, Iain has been a little mollified since actually meeting the young man (Andrew by name) in person. He reports he is a very decent and well-mannered young man, who clearly cares deeply for Samantha. I would also add, and your mother reckons similarly, that the depth of feeling is mutual between them, given she has been keeping Andrew so quiet- and away from ‘familial interference’. We await further news as to the location of the wedding and other particulars. We’re planning to get together a hamper here, as a present. If you get this before early November, send a telegram down to Hastings for congratulations would you?
With our prayers for your safety and health, do write when you can
And much love
Your Father and Mother
Simon consults the date on the letter, mid-October. And right now it’s 3rd November. 
He pauses, At least I think it is 
This poor letter has been wandering across the desert at snails pace -or to be more charitable at Post pace, while they’ve been moving at speed after Rommel’s boys. There might be time to get a telegram in before the wedding, if the telegram operators are nearby, and there isn’t anything of greater priority to go down the line. If not, it will have to go by post as a letter, and then be telegramed,but worth a try at least.
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m-a-salter · 2 years
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Celebrating my own birthday with a self-indulgent selection of favorite GIFs I’ve made.
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autumncottageattic · 1 year
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Foyle’s War 
season 1, ep2 ‘The White Feather’
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dcyllom · 3 months
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started watching foyle's war and gahdamn is it intense. four episodes in and i feel like every time i switch my tv on i’m going to get whacked in the face with the mallet of depression and injustice.
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kivrin · 1 year
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Elizajane died Monday with her wife Crowgirl beside her. If you read fic in Foyle's War, Grantchester, or The Bletchley Circle, you've probably come across one or both of their work. In particular, we collaborated on Which Holy Estate. Elizajane also betad Home, Rejoicing for me, making it much better in the process.
Some friends have put together a GoFundMe to help Crowgirl get through the next few months.
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joemawle · 1 year
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Joseph Mawle as Fred Dawson in Foyle's War
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Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt!
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Watching Birds Across Time and Space
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Andrew sighed and stretched, even though this was just an old cedar among some "historic site" that was just a bit of a ditch now. It was so nice to get away from behind the boarded windows and curtains of The Blackout and hold stolen apples in his smudged fingers instead of more damn pens. Everyone said weird stuff happened here at the old fort, but come on, even he was calmer than some and found himself jumping and having strange nightmares.
So when the air rippled in front of him and short sandy haired man dressed in sensible brown leather and tinted glasses ran straight into him, Andrew stumbled. The man was wearing his exact clothes and carrying a twin to his notebook. He grabbed what he thought was his notebook and pen and ran.
Looking later, he found the notebook said "Birdwatching" on the cover, but was full of odd jealous sounding notes about a man called "Scar" and dozens of sketches of some factory and wildflowers and toadstools, just so many damn mushrooms.
Meanwhile Grian stopped behind a hedge, oh, wonderful, this notebook said "Birdwatching" on the cover so it must be his, unless… he quickly leafed through dozens of pictures of planes and bombs, and alphabets written under with lines of code.
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nigesakis · 2 months
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Tobias Menzies in Foyle's War, Season 1 Episode 2 (2002) 1/2
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oldshrewsburyian · 10 months
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Campus idea - anyone from the Foyle'verse?
I have cogitated on this. I think I've tried to do it before, perhaps at @kivrin's kind suggestion. But here is the insight I have now had, which I think makes it work better than on my previous attempt.
Sam and Paul have to be Foyle's PhD students. If we are keeping a relationship with both a firm hierarchy and (de facto) intense intimacy, that's it. Foyle, of course, is in history; this is based on his own canonical interest in local history and archaeology, not just the fact that it's my subject and so I know the ways in which we get weird.
Sam's love affair with food is restricted, not by rationing, but by a grad student's budget. Truly Sam and scones are star-crossed. V sad. I will find a way for Paul to get her a giant onion, so help me.
Andrew I will skip straight ahead to his postwar finance bro phase. Sorry/not sorry, Andrew. But I still believe that he has a Heart of Gold! and potential! after all, he plays chess with his dad, and perceives the worth of Sam, whom he meets when he pops by the department to take Foyle out to lunch.
"Sir," says Sam (he's tried to train her out of it; it hasn't worked), "do you know that your son is, well, wining and dining me?"
"What?" says Foyle, and then, belatedly: "Do you want me to have a word?" and then Sam blushes and he realizes that he has a different sort of problem on his hands.
Paul didn't take up his offer of a place in the PhD program the first time around. Like his father before him, he went into the army, which offered clearly defined possibilities for advancement and a generous pension. In both of which things it is distinctly unlike an advanced degree in history (for God's sake, Jane always added.) But it is as easy to be maimed in an unjust war as in one proclaimed as just. And Paul, with a prosthetic and a pending divorce, applies again. He sends Foyle a brief email in which he attempts, badly, to explain.
So here Paul is, alongside Sam with all her golden enthusiasm for the big city which her parents view as both mysterious and dangerous, and Foyle, who doesn't usually get sentimental about his students, finds himself with these two.
...This of course leaves open questions about the rest of the department, and it occurred to me over the second mug of tea that, of course, perhaps the one group as irascibly individualistic and idiosyncratically generous and defiantly optimistic about their capabilities of making things marginally better in a fallen world as academics are, in fact, fictional British detectives.
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paulinedorchester · 4 months
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So I've reached this point in my Downton Abbey rewatch and I'm still having exactly the same gut reaction that I did when this episode was new:
"Get back where you belong, young man!!"
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