

I’m the kind of person who loves a good comedy just as much as a good scary film—and when the two happen to mix, all the better and the 1961 British film What a Carve Up! (released in the U.S. as No Place Like Homicide) blends those elements beautifully.
In this “hearse opera”, we are introduced to Ernest Broughton (Kenneth Connor), a mild-mannered proofreader of horror books for a publishing company. He shares a flat with his friend Sid Butler (Sid James), a bookmaker with far more confidence than Ernest. His quiet life gets an injection of excitement, when solicitor Everett Sloane (Donald Pleasence) informs him that he’s named in the will of his uncle, Gabriel Broughton (Philip O’Flynn ). To learn the details, he must travel to Black Towers—Gabriel’s isolated, ominous mansion in the Yorkshire Moors.
Being the timid sort, Ernest persuades Sid to come along for moral support. Upon arrival, they’re greeted by a decidedly odd assortment of relatives: Guy Broughton (Denis Price), Ernest’s scheming cousin; Malcolm Broughton (Michael Gwynn), an eccentric pianist convinced everyone around him is “quite mad”; Janet Broughton (Valerie Taylor) and her father Dr. Edward Broughton (George Woodbridge); Emily Broughton (Esma Cannon), the elderly aunt who still lives as though the First World War never ended; and Linda Dixon (Shirley Eaton), Gabriel’s attentive nurse and Fisk, the family butler (Michael Gough).
When the will is finally read, the results are shocking: no one inherits a thing. The sole exception is Linda, who—much to her amusement—is left Gabriel’s medicines and syringe.
Then a storm knocks out the power and phone lines, plunging the house into darkness—and into a series of baffling, locked-room murders involving secret passages, ingenious traps, and even a poison dart. I won’t go any further and spoil the fun, in case you decide to watch it for yourself.
The film is well cast, Sid and Kenneth seem to be having the time of their lives playing things strictly for laughs and there are plenty of them. Of course, you might remember both of these gents working together in various Carry On films, too.
Loosely based on the 1928 novel The Ghoul by Frank King which was the inspiration for the 1933 Boris Karloff film of the same name.
Writer Jonathan Coe used the film as inspiration for his 1994 novel What a Carve Up!
I admit it, I like things that are odd, spooky, creepy, weird, etc, etc, etc., and the United States is a goldmine for “cryptids”—fit nicely on this list. Cryptids, for those who are unaware, are mysterious creatures that inhabit our folklore and campfire stories, even if they’ve never been caught on camera by a scientist. From the towering, ape-like Bigfoot to elusive lake monsters, winged terrors, and shape-shifting anomalies, these beings are woven into the fabric of our landscapes. Whether rooted in ancient Indigenous traditions, pioneer tall tales, or modern urban legends, these creatures seem to claim the wildest corners of our country, from deep swamps and dark forests to mist-covered mountains.





I admit that to me, one of life’s most simple pleasures, is having access to old newspapers thanks to newspapers.com. I am not affiliated or sponsored by that website. I pay for my own yearly subscription out of my own pocket, just to be transparent.



Oh, and the one article that mentions Bob Acres-well, I admit I had to do some research on that and discovered he is a fictional character from Richard Brinsley Sheridan’s classic 1775 comedy of manners, The Rivals. The character was popular in 19th-century theatre, and was often described as being comic, naive and cowardly.
The Hidden Hand is a 1942 American comedy-horror mystery about greed, inheritance plots, and a very unusual scheme involving an escaped mental patient.

On June 9, 1865, Charles Dickens was caught in a serious train accident known as the Staplehurst Disaster. The train he was riding on derailed as it crossed a damaged railway bridge and plunged toward the river below. Miraculously, the coach Dickens was in teetered on the edge of the bridge without falling. He managed to climb out and spent the next hours helping rescue injured passengers.
This story appeared in the Friday, December 9, 1898 edition of the Portsmouth Daily Chronicle in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. The clipping (which I saved as an image file) was difficult to read, so I had some help from a website that converted it from image to text which I share below. I believe the article was reporting on an event that happened in Ohio.
In 2003, the library unveiled a statue of the beloved literary character