I lived in a large house, well really a castle, in Ireland as a child. It had one telephone placed under the stairs, made of Bakelite, with a circular label like a now defunct tax disc that read DUNLEER 5. This was useful if you forgot your number.
I bought “Wake Up, Sir”, by Jonathan Ames, lured by “hilarious” being quoted five times across the top of the cover and this quote from The New York Times Book Review; “A Wodehouse novel for the recovery era”. What could possibly go wrong?
