when life seems harsh, when you are beset by slings and arrows coming at you from all directions, when the bally ball simply won't go where it should, a small cup of Wodehouse will blow away the clouds and lift your heart; the only downside is that you might annoy your neighbours by laughing too loudly.
I used to read these as a small child, I absorbed 20s slang and an upper class English dialect at 8. I lived on the edge of a small railway town in the Australian bush so was regarded as a little strange.
@@Silly.Old.Sisyphus I was reading at 4. My mother had a wonderful collection of books. No TV back then I climbed trees, ran wild in the bush and read my mother's books. Which was not at all strange in my neck of the woods.
@@Tinyflypie There were these two goats, strolling down Hollywood Boulevard, when one of them noticed a dustbin full of old film, and wandered over and started munching on it. "What's it like?" asked the other one. "Not bad,... but it's not as good as the book".
I have binged on this and now find myself playing with using this kind of language! A hilarious relief from my usual diet of political and science podcasts.
I Endeavor to give satisfaction. Say that to anyone who was from the United Kingdom and see what they do. I use this on my British boss routinely and he came to love it. Then Shimmer out of the office:-)
*Consumer Warning* Do not attempt to imbibe tea or lemonade whilst listening to this peroration, lest you helplessly splutter it all over your shirtfront in an ejaculation of mirth that you know will be coming but are unable to predict exactly when.
Wooster - and even Wodehouse - would have been favourably impressed by Cecil's ability to suddenly stop mid-phrase, presumably having run out of breath, and then, after a whole full stop's length pause, pick it up again with unruffled oily smoothness as if it truly had been written as a new sentence. Remarkable!
