Hercule Poirot not only is Agatha Christie’s greatest creation, he sports an immaculate moustache. Perfect subject matter for Movember.
To be a detective you can’t afford to be wrong. If you miss the mark just once it could have terrible consequences. An innocent person might be put in jail. The weight of that responsibility must heighten the senses of someone like Hercule Poirot.
I’ve always admired the detective, fictional or otherwise. I wonder how they piece together all those seemingly innocuous bits of information and arrive at the correct answer? I’m insatiably curious. I love to ferret out information but I often find that I have misunderstood something.
My bias is my enemy in this regard, I frequently trip over my own assumptions. I am learning to ask the right questions and building on what I know to be true already is the secret of successfully navigating reality.
You learn about things faster if you take time to grasp and digest your discoveries. Then add that new information to what you know and understand already. Build a pyramid of knowledge.
We often don’t see the wood for all the trees. Keen observation encourages us to live in the moment and see things much more clearly. Living a more productive and efficient life is all about thinking like a detective.
No collection of moustaches would be complete without the most evil moustache of all time.
The profile of a maniacal mass-murdering incompetent crazy man. One ‘nazti’ little crittur. People today fear the rise of the right and they falsely assume Conservatism will cascade into fascism.
Youths opposed to fascism believe they are pushing back the possibilities of the reemergence of Nazi (National Socialism) ideology.
I find this astounding. Antifa who claim to be anti-fascist seem to behave in a typical fascist fashion. They demonise and physically attack their political opponents with typical Manichaean intolerance: Them vs. Us, Black vs. White, Evil and Good. Such dualism is a prerequisite to fascist behaviour. The irony is that Antifa act precisely like the evil they seek to overcome. They consequently provoke intolerance and division.
Perhaps we all have misunderstood the term. Maybe the term should be AnteFa? 😉
Those that survived the great wars are old now, but we must never forget the price paid by millions of men. It is a privilege to live in a free world.
My dad Robert Henry Hooper flew in WW2. He flew dive bombers. Kittyhawks, Typhoons, Hurricanes and Mustang P-51’s. He rarely spoke of those times, but when he did he spoke highly of his enemies and gave them credit for their skill as anti-aircraft gunners. He almost didn’t make it home on a couple of occasions. Once he got hit by shrapnel that went straight through his under seat armour and got embedded in his parachute. On the other occasion he nursed his plane home with ammo boxes exploding and huge holes in his wings and fuselage. A lesser pilot wouldn’t have made it home. He was apparently very, very good. What a guy. I am proud to be his son. What shoes to fill!
Shakespeare has always captivated me and inspired my cartoonist’s imagination. He was a witty and incisive writer who pulled no punches.
I’m sitting working at The Royal Shakespeare Company today, and I thought I’d give the old geezer a nod. Those old guys sure knew how to rock a ’stash. So here is Will in all his glory, I think his enormous forehead suggests he had quite brain on him. It comes as no surprise then that William Shakespeare defined English and literature for the eons to follow.
There is a lesson to be learned here: Shakespeare was crafting popular narrative for his day. He seemed unconcerned about the effect he would have on literature for the rest of history. Perhaps we all need to understand there is no such thing as a sense of greatness or historical impact. Rather that we simply keep plodding away and doing our best.
Let future generations decide who and what we are – we have no agency there. That is the best we can hope for in life.
It’s intriguing how differently Shakespeare appears in all the renditions of his face. In some respects it seems Steve Lukather of Toto might be his reincarnation!