I dare say you are correct. I may well be out of touch with Modern Murdering.
Madness string 1779
Boris's stomach was big enough that he couldn't really afford to be a picky eater. Instead, he cultivated a deep appreciation of simple gustatory pleasures - a side of beef, an entire wheel of cheese, a crate of bread.
As my mother used to say: 'If you didn't want to go swimming, you shouldn't have tunnelled under the lake!'