The Friday Night Foyle’s War Club:
Tonight all the Actual Members of the Friday Night Foyle’s War Club will be watching together again except for Lady Egality (Club Treasurer) who is partying in London.
Attendees: (Virtual): Martha from America, MohairMK, Kitchentease, C. Nelson, Digby D, ayresorchids and Miss Peppermint. (Actual): The Graf von Blommehön (Chairman), Lady Liberty (Club Secretary) Lady Sebright and Colonel Pyncheon
Venue: Castle Coop and various international locations.
1. The Committee are delighted that it is Friday again and have approved the motion that the box set of ‘Foyle’s War – the Complete Collection’ was one of the best birthday presents the Agent could have given the Club Secretary (me!).
2. Although at the time, the Committee thought last Friday night’s Margaritas were an absolutely brilliant idea, we discovered later that none of us enjoyed the following morning particularly.
Tonight we shall be playing safe by drinking tea and eating Digestive biscuits.
2. A reminder to all Club Members – virtual and actual: don’t forget to place a Foyle’s War picture in the room where you are attending the meeting. Ours for tonight is a picture of a hatted Foyle (how I love the Fedora hat!) striding through some larch woods. He’s smiling so obviously knows that Anthony Horowitz won’t let the baddies get away with anything while the Hastings Police Force is on the watch…
Tonight the International Friday Night Foyle’s War Club will be watching:
Episode 2, Series 4
A top-secret experiment in biological warfare goes horribly wrong, complicating a murder investigation and threatening the life of Fole’s faithful driver, Sam (http://www.foyleswar.com/
August 1942: A truck drops a sheep while driving through farmland. Nearby animals start dying, then a farmer’s daughter, and Sam falls ill. Then cows fall sick and mysteriously disappear. Foyle’s inquiries lead him to work on biological warfare and the search for a cure for Sam, as her illness looks terminal. Meanwhile, Sgt. Milner investigates the murder of a war hero by a conscientious objector, who happens to be the brother of a past love of his…
The bit of dialogue which I’m looking out for tonight shows Foyle being elegantly firm.
Christopher Foyle: You have a commanding officer here, name of Halliday. I’d like to speak to him.
Armed Guard: I’m afraid that’s not possible, sir.
Christopher Foyle: Well, there’s been an outbreak of anthrax here in Hastings and he’s responsible for it. If I’m not in his office within the next two minutes, I’l be back with the army, the police, the home guard and the press. Would you feel able to convey this to him at your earliest opportunity?
Yours, planning to practise being elegantly firm at home tomorrow (although the Agent might laugh if I suggest involving the army, the police, the home guard and the press),