1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!
Another book down.
Take a bow, do a small dance, ask someone to marry you and sit in silence for exactly one year, have a pineapple or simply sit down and listen to the Book 6 Finale.
There's only one thing left to say
Nothing to see here, move along, move along.
It's just another standard week in War and Peace this week as the perfectly normal married humans, Vera and Berg, do utterly expected and human-y things with their normal human friends.
Join us normal listener as we peer into their completely acceptable and expected lives. What will we find? Just your average humans doing normal stuff we expect - perhaps they will be having a nice time doing normal things normally with friends, or quite possibly they will be doing their normal activities but completely on their own, which is ALL GOOD with us, as it is with them.
They're normal, you're normal, we're probably even normal. Everything is NORMAL, and everything is FINE, OK??
Prince Andy is on the hunt for happiness but in order to find it he simply must experience ambivalence, nihilism and straight up unhappiness first.
This episode is sort of like a football match. But instead of two teams playing football, it's actually happiness and sadness sort of fighting each other. The winner gets to be the king of all football... Yeah, it's not really like that at all actually.
Maybe we should leave the writing to Tolstoy.
We've been to soirees, parties, even a casual ball or five during our time with War and Peace. We've watched as The King of Sauce set the dance floor on fire, we've seen kids doing backflips to impress other kids, we've applauded out of fear and amazement as the Blunt Dragon devoured people whole.
Truly we thought we'd seen everything that high society Russia had to offer.
Little did we know that there was another type of ball. A bigger ball. A better ball. A less lame and more incredible and important ball... The Grand Ball.
Join us this week, as we attend the most important ball of any of our lives. Fates, minds and hearts will be made or broken tonight, all of Russian society could change in an instant, the world hangs in the balance at this ball to end all balls. See you there, don't be late.
Some marry for love.
Some marry for a protracted negotiation around dowry payments, up front deposits, cash incentives and share options.
Some choose not to marry because they don't love someone.
Some choose not to marry because the dowry payments, up front deposits, cash incentives and share options aren't optimal in the current economic climate and the return on investment will be suboptimal.
* Cue Succession Theme
My name's Pierre and I'm in my 20s, maybe early 30s, I'm not really sure. I've had a strange few years, I swapped my wife for a pile of bones and then I built a hospital out of money and sticks. Now I'm a senior guy at a pretty cool secret club, they think I'm pretty cool, but I'm starting to worry all the blood and arguments might not be as great as I first thought.
Anyway sleepy now, night night diary,
All together now!
He's got the rights of the people, in his hands!
He's got plump white hands, for his hands!
He's got a strange way of talking, in his hands!
He's got the whole world in his hands!
We’re back! It’s officially Volume 2, it’s officially 1808, it’s officially spring. Indeed, the spring has never been springier in this spring-time spring spectacular. Peel off precisely one layer, go for a walk, and get ready to feel the full force of spring’s power.
Chirping birds - check.
Blooming flowers - check.
Talking trees - check.
This is going to be the best damn spring of your whole life.
You've been hanging on to that cliff for too long!
It's time for us to set you free and reveal the murderer! Or MURDERERS!!
This week it's all about windows and doors and locks and nails and hair but mainly windows and locks and doors and did we mention windows?!
Get ready for the payoff of to the world's FIRST detective story.
You're not going to believe it...
Move over Sherlock, pipe down Poirot, check yourself Miss Marple - there's a new detective in town and he's the real og.
This week we meet the incredible deductive mind of August Dupin - a sexy, forceful and profoundly arogant amateur detective cleaning up the streets of Paris with nothing more than his wit, his assistant and his incredible telepathic abilities.
Written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1841 it is widely considered to be the first ever detective story.