Unmanly, like a snake

Today I finished reading one of Margery Allingham's novels, Look to the Lady (1931), in which her sleuth, Albert Campion, matches wits with a group of fiendish collectors of priceless objects who are attempting to steal an ancient chalice from the aristocratic family whose ancestral duty is to guard it on behalf of the Crown. That could happen.

I was enjoying this and hoping it would all turn out for the best for the hero, when, halfway through it was revealed that the secretive and evil leader of the fiendish collectors was codenamed The Daisy. So then I was torn: the hero, or my namesake? What a dilemma.

I also read a headline today in which one former politician described another as 'unmanly, like a snake'. Of course, reading the whole article, it turns out he said 'unmanly' and 'like a snake' in two separate sentences, which robbed the insult of some of its poetry.

Also, a jewellery shop in town is having, and I quote their advertisement, a 'massive cubic zirconia sale'. So get in early.