PG Wodehouse, that is.
I have been invited, as a guest, to a dinner of a select club of Wodehouse enthusiasts. It happened, serendipitously, as a result of my remarking at a breakfast meeting that if my acquantaince sat at an adjoining table, I would lob rolls at him. He got the reference immediately and an invitation issued shortly thereafter. I should add that I had no idea this fellow had any connection to anything to do with Wodehouse. I have just always felt cheated that I could not be a member of the Drones Club, where you could throw rolls around to your heart's content.
My reaction to spending a whole evening chatting about Wodehouse? Unmitigated glee.
October cannot come soon enough, I tell you.
Posted by Random Penseur at June 21, 2006 10:32 AM | TrackBackWTF is Wodehouse?
Posted by: shank at June 21, 2006 12:02 PMNow, if it's a fancy dress party, you must go as a pierrot. You simply haven't a choice in the matter.
Make sure you don't do anything that will get you a writeup in the Ganymede Club's books.
;)
No, no - If it is f.d. and RP wears glasses, then he simply must go as Mephistopholes. And spend the evening talking about newts.
Or, he could take the Horace Pendlebury-Davenport route and go as a Zulu warrior.
So many choices. Perhaps we should get Claude "Mustard" Pott to open a book on what clothes he actually wears to the fete.
Posted by: Robert the Llama Butchers at June 21, 2006 02:16 PMYour Man could not object to packing one of these for the weekend.
Posted by: MCNS at June 22, 2006 01:03 PM