And we’re back to the curious storyline about the mysterious prisoner. Except that there’s two of them now. Who can they be?

Who indeed?

Well, obviously I do. But that phrase also happens to be the title of an excellent blog run by Nicola Morgan, who for some reason has chosen to highlight Mrs Darcy today! I’m really chuffed about this, because it’s completely unsolicited and completely unexpected. But it’s exaactly the kind of thing that I hoped would happen when I kicked this whole thing off. So big thanks to Nicola. And everyone out there who isn’t reading her blog, take the advice that Adèle Giras gave at Get Writing 2010 and start reading it now. OK?

As far as Lord Byron is concerned, we’ve already had the rock’n'roll but might it be time for sex and drugs? If you find this episode rather filthy, the problem might be entirely yours …

risky-button2 So, today I am very privileged to be guest blogger at the very wonderful Risky Regencies. Apparently I’m not the first bloke to appear on the site; that honour belongs to a cover model. However, I am at least the first male author, which is probably slightly less exciting. I must say that from time to time I do wonder what on earth I’m doing stumbling about in the Jane Austen community, gleefully trashing everything in sight, but I’m quite gratified that they all seem to be good sports. I’ll be fascinated to look at the stats tomorrow to see how many more readers the site has got as a result.

One thing is for sure, though. I wouldn’t have been invited to blog there at all if it hadn’t have been for Twitter. A significant proportion of Mrs D’s core readership have come on board because they’ve been followed by @RealMrsDarcy (including Janet Mullany, the lady who invited me over to Risky Regencies). So the message to all you writers out there who aren’t on Twitter is: what on earth are you waiting for?

[EDITED TO ADD: Nearly forgot. This went up today as well. I may be asking for your votes later on in the month. You have been warned.]

… in which Wickham establishes his credentials as a rough cottager, is now up. I wanted a little scene to move Wickham into Rosings and I struggled for ages trying to think up a suitable hook. Then I started wondering about how he would explain away his smooth hands and it all fell into place. It’s essentially just one extended joke, but I think this episode is one of my favourites. The next one, on the other hand, is really quite filthy.

… in which the ruin of the Bingleys continues is now up. Things are not going well at Northern Rock, but help is at hand. Or is it?

… in which we meet a surprising new character, is now up. I think we’re going to have some fun with him.

Meanwhile, in the early hours of Monday morning, Mrs Darcy’s YouTuberance smashed the 1000 view barrier. In my most recent post about Mrs D, I forgot to mention the last-minute problem I had with Episode Nineteen. Originally the beer that Wickham drinks was going to be called “Old Dangleberry”. I thought this was suitably disgusting and rustic-sounding – that was until I had a pint in a London pub a week or so ago and noticed that one of the beers on offer actually had this very name. So I put out a shout to the VWC and got a whole load of suggestions, all quite revolting, and in the end the winner was provided by the very talented Sandra Norval – big thanks to her.

I’m pretty certain that there isn’t a beer by that name. Yet. But I’m open to sponsorship deals if any independent brewery out there is interested. And the reason why I haven’t mentioned it by name here is that I’ve just checked and it’s a Googlewhack! How cool is that?

Last bit of Mrs Darcy-related news: I’ve been invited to provide a guest post to this rather splendid blog for next Thursday. Apparently I’ll be the first bloke to do this. It’s all turning out to be a bit of a strange and wonderful journey, is it not?

I think last time I saw this scene, there were werewolves involved. Anyway, Wickham has now arrived at Rosings, to be followed very soon (in the very next episode, in fact) by Mrs Darcy herself. The tension is mounting! Well, I can hardly contain myself – can you?

Mrs Darcy’s YouTuberance continues to have a strange and rather wonderful life of its own, nearing 900 views at the time of writing. The lovely Becca from the Jane Austen Centre has pronounced it “fantastic and very funny”, and JK Evanczuk in the really quite serious Lit Drift has said that it’s “one of the weirdest book trailers I’ve ever seen”. My only problem is that whenever I go to YouTube to link to it, I have to make sure that I hit the pause button damn quick so that I don’t have to hear myself attempting that ridiculous falsetto.

Well, no prizes for guessing the main reference in this one, although there’s another slightly less obvious one in there too. Now that the first phase of unpleasantness has been concluded in Whitechapel, the action moves inexorably towards Rosings …

I’m really quite chuffed that people seem to be enjoying that daft YouTube video. Last time I looked, it had clocked up nearly 700 views in less than a week, which I think is rather impressive. If any of you out there have a moment or two, I’d really appreciated it if you could maybe suggest it to the likes of Boing Boing and Mashable. It would be really cool to get into one of those.

And there’s a non-Mrs Darcy post coming up later on today as well. I was going to post it yesterday, were it not for the fact that my web host lost this place for a few hours last night. Easy thing to do I guess.

After the gruesomeness (a word which curiously doesn’t seem to be troubling the spellchecker) of the last two episodes, we are now heading back towards the light, as we hear the tale of the Good Ghost. I’d become quite attached to Mary Ann Nicholls, and it seemed a shame to leave her butchered corpse lying around doing nothing.

And that trailer seems to be hitting the right spot, much to my amazement. Austenblog featured it almost immediately, and I believe that Jane Austen Today are also going to be blogging about it this weekend. You are passing it on to all your friends, aren’t you?

(And for all of you out there who are wondering what happened to all the stuff I used to blog about before this Mrs Darcy rubbish started cluttering up the place, I do apologise. The problem is, I haven’t been submitting much lately, what with one thing and another …)

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