A nice little inside joke in Dorothy L. Sayers’s Murder Must Advertise: When Lord Peter is told that he must leave the advertising agency in which he’s working undercover, he explodes, “Dash it all, Charles! You don’t understand. It’s a really big scheme. It’ll be the biggest advertising stunt since the Mustard Club.” The Mustard Club was the most famous and successful advertising campaign created by Sayers herself when she worked for Benson’s Publicity. And I’ve just discovered that there was even a short film about the Mustard Club.
“Attention must be paid.”
Those of you who’ve been hipped to the traditional-folk scene by A Complete Unknown (and maybe before that by Inside Llewyn Davis) should enjoy this episode of the Walter Martin Radio Hour. And maybe that will turn you on to the distinctive sensibility of Mr. Martin.
Phil Christman’s gentle pushback to my recent comments on Resistance-blogging is unsurprisingly good. What he’s doing makes a lot of sense.
Margery Brews of Norfolk, in the year of our Lord 1477, writes to her “right well-beloved valentine.”
Today I’ve been going around singing R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” in the voice of Comic Book Guy. You’re welcome.