I’m not one for school reunions. At least ten years ago there was a drinks party in London for all the boys in “my” year at Eton. It was excruciating as the few I recognised I wasn’t especially keen on and otherwise it was a sea of strange faces. I ended up talking to the then Head Master, Tony Little, who was in the same year as me. I think he felt sorry for me. Continue reading School Dinners
The Golden Age of the classic detective novel was the middle of the 20th century. Wilkie Collins is often cited as founder of the genre when he wrote The Moonstone in 1868 which was developed by Conan Doyle and his contemporaries but we treat today with the mid 20th century. Continue reading Classic Detective Stories
When you open this website sometimes you must think “I don’t want this. This is just what I don’t want. What I want is Wodehouse and I want Wodehouse now.” Continue reading Quiz Answers
Imagine having a dinner party and inviting Mustafa Ataturk, Béla Bartók, Cecil B DeMille, Alexander Fleming, Anna Pavlova, Pablo Picasso and PG Wodehouse. Continue reading Christmas Present
To the AGM of the PG Wodehouse Society on Monday evening. They have moved around a bit over the years. Continue reading An AGM
An unusual convention in Bridge is the Lightner double, described by Susanna Gross in The Spectator as “a bolt out of the blue which strikes fear into your heart. There you are, having bid confidently to slam, when suddenly one of your opponents pulls out the red card. Eek! It’s a Lightner double, which means they want their partner to make an unusual lead.” Continue reading What’s Up?
The Earl of Ickenham believed in pouncing. Let him explain the Ickenham System in his own words.
I call it that. Just giving you the bare outlines, you stride up to the subject, grab her by the wrist, clasp her to your bosom and shower burning kisses on her upturned face. You don’t have to say much – just “My mate!” or something of that sort, and, of course, in grabbing by the wrist, don’t behave as if you were handling a delicate piece of china. Grip firmly and waggle her about a bit. It seldom fails …
(Cocktail Time, PG Wodehouse, 1958.)
Continue reading Pouncing
When I was forty, two of my first cousins gave a party at my favourite Chinese restaurant, Mr Kong in Lisle Street. It closed at the end of 2015 so don’t go looking for it. When I was fifty I gave a small dinner party at my club. When I was sixty … Continue reading The Have Yachts
After dicing with death for almost five hours on the M1 it was good to change down a couple of gears and drive up the narrow, winding road to Swaledale and Keld. The cottage is old-fashioned with thick stone walls, a small stone-flagged kitchen and so on. Continue reading Wodehouse in Swaledale
We will come to this adage later but the book in question (above) is a gift from a friend visiting from Ireland who knows what a bookworm I am. Continue reading Never Judge a Book by its Cover