“I will not continue in a job which involves being kissed by worms like Claude Bates. No, no, no, sir!”
Mr Wrenn raised a shocked and wrathful face.
“He kissed you?”
“Yes. You had an article in the Home Companion last week, uncle, saying what a holy and beautiful thing the first kiss is. Well, Claude Bates’s wasn’t. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing a dressing-gown. Also, he was pallid and greenish, and looked as if he had been out all night. Anything less beautiful and holy I never saw.”
“He kissed you! What did you do?”
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Not the book by P. G. Wodehouse (nor Sir Raymond Bastable, nor Cosmo Wisdom, if it comes to that), as delicious and mildly intoxicating as that book is.
Instead, I would like you to apply your minds to the following conundrum: what are the ingredients of the cocktail known as a Port Flip?Continue & Comment
I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mob scene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.
from The Inimitable Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse