Probably. One forgets with the passage of time. As a man I supposedly reached my peak in my late thirties (based on a combination of mental and physical abilities combined with experience). I am a few years older than that but confess I don't recall being particularly 'peaky' at the time.
I won't enquire as to how you received your sore arse!
‘Look at the people in the room, Hastings,’ commanded Poirot, ‘and tell me what you see’.
Hastings’ clear and kindly but slightly vacant eyes scanned the thinly populated meeting room. ‘People,’ he suggested. ‘Eating. Yes. People eating.’
‘Precisely, my good friend. But what are they eating?’ Hastings studied the room a second time. His head leaned forward and eyes narrowed with the effort of scrutiny. Suddenly his face brightened with discovery.
‘Christmas pudding, Poirot. Everybody is eating Christmas pudding. But it’s the middle of August. Why on earth are they all eating Christmas pudding? Gosh. This really is turning out to be a puzzler.’
Grumpy? Me? Yes - probably a good call. although even I would find it difficult to be as relentlessly, albeit in a very sophisticated and charming way, as Caldecott.
But considering I decided some years ago to specialise in undervalued AIM listed miners, you have to say I have had god reason to be grumpy over the last few years! I am, however, still capable of stringing the odd coherent sentence together.
‘I don’t understand any of this, Poirot,’ said Hastings. ‘How on earth can we find out who stole the elephant if we don’t even know if there was an elephant.’
‘In the room, Hastings,’ added Poirot.
‘Yes – just so, Poirot,’ mused Hastings thoughtfully. ‘An elephant in the room’.
‘Because,’ said Poirot, ‘each us is the room with the elephant.'
‘Gosh,’ said Hastings. ‘That sounds jolly deep.’
‘It is not deep, my good friend. It is merely unavoidable. It is easy for Poirot to see the elephants in the rooms of others. But as to his own elephant it is difficult.’ He spread his white gloved hands in a gesture of hopelessness and crossed himself.
‘Gosh,’ said Hastings, ‘Gosh’.
'Indeed, my good friend Hastings. It is a task almost impossible. But if we at first do not see the elephant in our own room we will only see the same elephant in the rooms of others.'
'That sounds such hard work I think I would rather listen to that lovely girl singing with the band.' His face became a mask of peace as he listened to a lovely girl singing a lovely French song. Poirot smiled as he enjoyed his friend's simple pleasure in the moment.
'Yes, my good friend. She is indeed - as you English say - a lovely piece of crackling. But come, Hastings,’ said Poirot. We must try.'
A further episode will follow as soon as I can make it up.
The 'elephant' is not a reference to 'elephantsrunfree' or 'the elephant in the room' although that must be there somewhere. The immediate inspiration was the ore body that somebody on this board has called an 'elephant' and the argument about whether it is going to be found or not and updo's suggestion that it doesn't really matter.
That's where the story came from. I have been enjoying the David Suchet Poirot's lately, especially the ones with Hastings. Only now am I starting to appreciate how much Hugh Frazer as Hastings adds to the fun. It really is a wonderful double act.
Of all the posters on this board updo and completely new are the ones who I am probably most in tune with and if there were ever to be a real shareholders party I like to think you would find us having a good laugh in the corner - probably dragging grumpy Daisan into it - while caldecott and new hero engage in earnest - and valuable - debate with the directors.
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