Being the very silly person that I am, I could not help but notice that certain moments in Hunter’s Lodge and Hercule Poirot’s Christmas presented an irresistible opportunity for silly holiday screenshots. Here’s three for you, featuring Poirot with a Christmas bow and he and Hastings sprouting antlers. You’re welcome. 😀
Poirot would totally kill me if he ever saw these.
Feedback, a.k.a. Hugh Fraser retweets it and makes a really silly pun:
It’s been a little while since my last Poirot sketch… here goes! This image was taken from The Mystery of the Blue Train.
And, feedback from my favorite Poirot… 🙂
I’m going to go somewhere and be happy now. ❤
I had to share this because it’s hilarious. I found these cufflinks on Etsy made out of bits of Marple and Poirot books– pretty awesome. But I recognized the Poirot book reference and thought I’d throw it out as a bit of trivia on Twitter. Someone unexpected chimed in on the conversation…
The moral of the story is: post inane trivia on Twitter; get picked on by David Suchet.
Love that guy!!
The irony that ensues when Suchet is cast as Inspector Japp opposite Ustinov’s Poirot, not long before he is subsequently cast as Poirot himself…
So I finished painting the last four Hastings novels (fighting Peril at End House tooth and nail along the way, using a sample of my “two shots spliced together” technique for Lord Edgware Dies, trying a bit of tiny landscape painting with Dumb Witness, and rounding them all off with a slightly impressionistic The Murder on the Links). Now what?
These little books were pretty time-consuming. Each one took a total of at least five to seven hours, including prep time. I had to watch through the episode, collect a bunch of likely screen shots (for some episodes it was as many as two dozen to choose between), choose one and print it out in large and small sizes to work from, paint the cover on, re-read the book, make a list of representative quotes that might fit onto the back, choose one, and paint it on the back. This project had the potential to be wearying.
Unfortunately, it was also really stupidly fun. And tremendously addictive. I wanted to carry on, but if I kept going, where would it end?
I’d been posting the books on Twitter as I went along. So, at the end of my Hastings novels, this conversation happened:
Well, that was it. It was onward to the bitter end. “Please don’t” stop? I’ve created fan art on WAY less provocation than that.
If Suchet could finish all of Christie’s Poirot novels without whining, so could I. Maybe it wouldn’t even take me 25 years.
(to be continued)
These novels are actually “short stories.” Get it? Short stories? …*sigh*…