A while ago, I wrote a book on misconceptions in science (called Lightning Often Strikes Twice ). In it, I mentioned the inverted misconception that toast doesn't really fall butter side down. It feels like it should be a myth. But it is a real thing. Entertainingly, this myth was 'disproved' by the BBC in 1991, using a device that flipped a slice of toast in the air, rather like flipping a coin. Although it wasn't quite 50:50, not entirely surprisingly, on the whole the buttered and non-buttered sides ended up downwards roughly evenly. But what the producers seemed to have missed is that there isn't much toast flipping going on in our kitchens. What usually happens is either that toast slips off a plate in our hands, or off a worktop. Both of these tend to occur at around waist height. And without a forced spin to get them going, the chances are high that the toast will only have time to revolve half a turn in the fall. It usually starts butter side up (that's
In reviewing the first of Richard Coles' murder mysteries, Murder before Evensong , I remarked 'I just hope that with practice Coles can make the detective aspect more engaging'. He doesn't. In fact, although a murder is a thread running through this book, it's almost incidental - yet I didn't care because the murder mystery aspect is not really the point. A Death in the Parish gives us two things that Coles does brilliantly: exploring the nature of British village life in the 1980s, when the country was going through a significant culture change as the old respect for authority was dying out, and giving us a novel with a realistic vicar as a central character, as opposed to the clumsy stereotypes we usually seen in fiction. I don't know if this was Coles' conscious intent, but the 'cosy murder' part feels like little more than a way to get more readers, because there is far less of a market for a novel about the realities of village life and t