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Notes for psychics:  Bertie is what is known in the 1920's as an invert.  That is to say, a homosexual.  He is very, very nervous of anybody finding this out, the consequences, after all, being being sent to prison and then poked at by loony doctors for the rest of his life.  This is only exacerbated by the fact that he is currently ( Read more... )

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'Dash it, Jeeves, it's too bally early!'  He grumbles, still half asleep.  'If you're going to wake a chap up at an indecent hour like this you could at least bring him a cup of tea, what?'

But Jeeves doesn't answer.  There is no serene voice next to the bed saying 'My apologies, sir, but you had requested to be woken at this hour,' no cup of tea ( Read more... )

Well, of all the bally nerve!  'Darling,' 'dear heart'- I feel like I've been spending too much time hanging around La Bassett- all gawd-help-us soppy and... ugh!  It's enough to make a chap shudder, what?   I mean, I suppose the fellow's entitled to a filly if he wants one, but... dash it all!   I mean to say, this is the first I've ever heard of ( Read more... )

I saw this queer little thing popping up here and there on from various chums, so I thought perhaps Bertram ought to give it a go himself. The result seems a bit soupy though, I daresay- the whole aphrodisy-thingy bit particularly. Much though I might occasionally wish that to be the case... ahem. Not that I would, of course. B. Wooster after ( Read more... )

The next morning I awoke, as per usual, to the sight of Jeeves towering over my somnolent bod, bearing in his hands a tray with tea as well as a plate of the old h. and e.  Now of course, as you know, Bertram has awoken to this sight, or any slight variant thereof, for many a year, so it ought not to have been anything particularly noteworthy.  ( Read more... )

Dinner was a quiet affair for me that evening.  Or at least it was until I met a young fellow by the name of Laurie (short for Lawrence) who proved to be as spiffing a dinner companion as a chap could ask for.  A Scottish bird, you see, with all the pipe-smoking ginger-hairedness one would expect of that breed.  And, let me tell you, the johnnie ( Read more... )

Jolly dreary out today, I daresay.  Not much for rain, myself; doesn't suit well with the old Wooster complexion, you see, but there we are.  Such are the travails a gentleman must endure when he is prone on taking long walks in the countryside.  But then, when one is staying at Totleigh Towers, any amount of rain is preferable to the insufferable ( Read more... )