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I just got back from spending the weekend in London, where for the first time in my life I saw Agatha Christie’s Mousetrap. It was really fun to watch, especially since I spent the first half of the play thinking “my God, their accents are flawless.”
It also occurred to me that I do not actually know the words to “Three Blind Mice.”
I was also very proud of myself for figuring out the mystery (well, at least correctly guessing who the murderer was) halfway through the play. I congratulated myself on that accomplishment for about ten minutes before I realized how incredibly geeky it was to guess the ending to an Agatha Christie mystery.
Pretty soon I’m going to start guessing the winners of world-championship Monopoly, then Scrabble, then Mancala. At that point I will have mastered the art of geeky-guesswork and can retire to a large house on the hilltops where I’ll sit around working on my fake British accent and asking for Jeeves*.
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* P.G. Wodehouse
