I felt a tad under the weather one morning earlier this week. I put it down to a rare tropical disease I might have caught in Singapore in ’89, or possibly a merry dinner in Parsons Green the night before. (Parsons Green lost its apostrophe just before World War I.)
Category: PG Wodehouse
The Manager’s Name was Love, Part Two
The Compleat Imbiber, Part Two
Cyril Ray was prepared to turn his hand to anything. In the early 1950s, when he was on the staff of The Sunday Times, his colleague Godfrey Smith recalled* : “he wrote the Atticus column and the Autolycus saleroom column, he was also Christopher Pym, the reviewer of thrillers … he understudied Harold Hobson and… Continue reading The Compleat Imbiber, Part Two