Joyeux anniversaire à moi

What Ho!  Or as we say in France, 'Bonjour!' Usually at this time of year, I mark my birthday by lazily re-blogging an old piece, The desert island pickings of a quadragenarian, which is beginning to date me in a rather unflattering manner. So this year, I'd like to share a few snippets from my …

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Eggs! Eggs! Damn all eggs!

This Lord Worplesdon was Florence's father. He was the old buster who, a few years later, came down to breakfast one morning, lifted the first cover he saw, said 'Eggs! Eggs! Damn all eggs!' in an overwrought sort of voice, and instantly legged it for France, never to return to the bosom of the family. …

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Wodehouse’s best opening line?

'Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.' The Luck of the Bodkins (1935) Following yesterday's 'Ridiculous Beginnings', eminent Wodehouse reader Sudheer Tambe …

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