It is sometimes instructive to judge a book by its cover. Nobody could mistake the E Phillips Oppenheim cover in yesterday’s post for a treatise on bee keeping, unless the protagonists are being stung.
PG Wodehouse was prolific and successful but there was another genre in the first half of the last century – between the wars – and those authors made more money. Edgar Wallace and Somerset Maugham rivalled our subject today in popularity and earnings.
Don’t think I was ever on “The Bill”, when you have to report to the Head Master for a misdemeanour. Today there are three more Bills – eyes down, get ready to tick them off.
A Close Friend (CF) recently took a walk with An Acquaintance (AA) of mine in the bracing fresh air of the south west of England. AA confided that she has fired her broker and now makes her own investment decisions guided by the recommendations she reads here. Oh dear!
Three or four mornings a week I drive out on the M4 to Cranford Park with Bertie. The park is sandwiched between the motorway and the north runway at Heathrow.