Also worth noting that Cosy Crime had existed for decades, on and off television, before we gave it the name. Almost as though the British also take ages to accept anything fully, even if they like it.

Not playing, but looks like…

…not this time, at least.

But can our protagonist resist a return visit?

...and? Don't leave us hanging! What happened next?

Sorry, I misread that as POETRY SKA.

But, you know, you could always do that another time...

Same here!

It's also stealing the fruits of workers' labour. So more of the same from Capitalism, basically.

What's it like to be a loon?
I liken it to a balloon.

That's good to hear!

Presumably that's how sheep see the world.

Mine had form with pharmaceuticals, too. Once went to get some ointment from Boots on the recommendation of a friend, who I'm almost certain didn't call it Hell Fire Jack.