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 … Continue reading Joyeux anniversaire à moi
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, … Continue reading Eggs! Eggs! Damn all eggs!
‘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 noted my omission of the above quotation, one of Wodehouse’s best loved opening lines. Why it slipped my mind when composing the previous post is beyond me. These things happen – and I’m always grateful for your feedback. What are your favourite opening lines from … Continue reading Wodehouse’s best opening line?