Bravely setting aside our long-held dislike of April Lady, we pick it up after many years to see if our opinions have changed.
Spoiler: Yeah, we like it a little bit more than we used to.
This episode also sees Su use the euphemism 'night-time adventures' and Rach take us into some conversational cul-de-sacs.
"Can you pay my bills
"Can you pay my telephone bills
"Can you pay my automo-bills
"If you did then maybe we could chill" - Destiny's Child / Nell Cardross
What a romance! Carriage rides together, intimate heart to heart conversations, and soulful looks - and that's just Mr Beaumaris and Ulysses.
Meanwhile Arabella, social justice warrior, puts her privilege to good use saving urchins, dogs and Mr Beaumaris from a life of fashionable ennui.
And then there's the infamous Leaky Peg - kind-hearted slattern and saviour of drunken young men. We salute you Peg, may your leak never be plugged.
“Do you know,’ she said slowly, ‘I have just thought – Mr Beaumaris, something tells me that Lady Bridlington may not like this dear little dog!’ Mr Beaumaris waited in patient resignation for his certain fate to descend upon him.”
We've got romance brewing in a snowbound inn. We've got a brief jaunt to France with a side helping of casual French-bashing. And we've got a whole lot of affection for young Tom Orde.
We also ask how much involvement is it appropriate for a mother to have in her son's love life.
And if you're looking for a peerless Regency chat-up line, we're your wingmen.
Oh, and of course - eyebrow chat.
“It was strange how the dullest party could be enjoyed because there was one person present whose eyes could be met for the fraction of a second, in wordless appreciation of a joke unshared by others: almost as strange as the insipidity of parties at which that person was not present.”
In which we enjoy the company of gentleman - Ferdy and Gil to be precise, and object to Miss Wantage's demotion from Hero to Kitten.
With a classic denouement and a nemesis on the loose, we've only got one question for you...
Do YOU know a bishop?
"You know what I think? Fate! That's what it is fate! There's a thing that comes after a fellow: got a name, but I forgot what it is. Creeps up behind him, and puts him in the basket when he ain't expecting it."
We're going Georgian in this episode with The Black Moth.
Dashing highwaymen, eyebrow stencilling, and a flexible legal system. Plus answering the question: just how villainous do we want our villains?
Let's make an elegant leg and get stuck in.
"You are like a, like a fish, with no more love in you than a fish, and no more heart than a fish."
After the high adventure of The Unknown Ajax we turn to a more romantic story - Black Sheep.
We talk invalidish ladies, lovesick teens, dastardly fortune hunters, career opportunities for former sex workers, and Austen similarities.
'Talking to you is like, like talking to an eel!' 'No is it? I've never tried talking to an eel. Isn't it a waste of time?'
How do you pick the first Heyer book to discuss?
You give it very little thought and just plunge in with a solid one. So here we are with The Unknown Ajax.
You’ll hear us discuss the magnificent Lady Aurelia as a role model for modern women, fangirl over the peerless and mistreated Claude, and ponder Sean Bean’s height.
Also, Rach makes a Michael Gambon revelation, and Su tries out a Yorkshire accent. She is wrong to do so.
"I have nothing further to add, except that I shall immediately lay the matter before my husband. No doubt he will know what action to take. As a mere female, I cannot consider myself competent to deal with such an affair." - Lady Aurelia
Hoping for an educational and informative podcast about the queen of Regency romance?
This isn’t that.
This is two old school friends talking about a different Georgette Heyer book every episode. Giggling at anyone called Fanny, mispronouncing Marquess, and making appalling attempts at accents.
It’s not researched or professional, at all, but it is brought to you by a couple of idiots who bloody love Georgette Heyer.
Is it for you? If you’ve never read any Heyer, probably not. If you’ve read them all, multiple times, and occasionally find yourself uttering phrases like ‘silly nodcock’ this is for you. You are our people.
Welcome Heyer nerds. We hope you stick with us.