Jeeves and the Wedding Bells – a fitting tribute to P.G. Wodehouse

Sebastian Faulks has tried his hand at producing a tribute novel in the vein of P.G Wodehouse – Jeeves and the Wedding Bells – and he has brought the effort off very deftly indeed.

The first few pages of Jeeves and the Wedding Bells left me groaning internally, it is not the strongest of beginnings, and had me thinking that Mr. Faulks had come a cropper right from the start. But I resolved to read on and was rewarded with a delightful tale involving Wodehouse’s perennial characters Bertie Wooster and his gentleman’s gentleman, Jeeves.

It doesn’t quite reach the heights of Wodehouse at his best, and you are aware as you read that it isn’t quite the exact pen of the master, but it certainly does a jolly good job at it.

I won’t go into plot lines, because I don’t want to spoil it for you, but I recommend “Jeeves and the Wedding Bells” wholeheartedly to Wodehouse die-hards and newcomers alike.

You can also read a review from the Globe and Mail and a positive mention from the Guardian.

By Jove!


Stephen Fry on P.G. Wodehouse

I knew Wodehouse was a good writer, but I didn’t know he was so highly regarded!

When I read Wodehouse, I am filled with delight and when I’m not laughing out loud, my internal monologue is humming with silent mirth at every page.

His use of language is indeed sublime.


Stephen Fry on P.G. Wodehouse – YouTube.



Roman Joke Book

Below is a link to a translated book of Roman  jokes dated from about the fourth or fifth century A.D.



It has some very satisfying witticisms:


“‘That slave you sold me died,’ a man complained to a student dunce. ‘Goodness me,’ he replied, ‘he never did that when I owned him.'”


“An Abderite hears that onions and other bulbous plants cause wind. So when he’s out sailing and the sea is calm, he hangs a sackful by the stern.”


“A learned Sidonian asks the local schoolteacher how much liquid a two quart flask holds. The answer: Are  you talking about wine or olive oil?”



Where Children Sleep

Where Children Sleep.

This is a fascinating pictorial portrayal of the bedrooms of children from all over the world and in all walks of life.

James Mollison, the photographer responsible for the photos, wanted  to help people to engage in the issue of children’s rights:

“It occurred to me that a way to address some of the complex situations and social issues affecting children would be to look at the bedrooms of children in all kinds of different circumstances.”

It really puts my own life into perspective when I think of the bedrooms of my own chidren.

Dong 9, Yunan, China

Dong 9, Yunan, China and his bedroom below.

Where Children Sleep

eBooks will never take off!

Yes, you heard me, eBooks will never take off!

Despite the fact that the Association of American Publishers is saying that e-book sales have sky-rocketed over the last year, I predict that this trend will be a mere fad which quickly reaches its zenith and begins to fade.

“From whence ariseth thine overweening surety?” I hear you ask (certainly I do.)

Let me tell you plain.

I am the proud owner of an iRiver Story HD eBook reader.

Within its electronic heart lie a number of  eBooks, certainly not yet a countless number of them, but a number, just the same.

Into the literary delights of this countable number of eBooks I have begun to delve, so far with encouraging results.

I lie awake in my bed at night, reading Wodehouse until the wee small hours of the morn, with the text of my eReader rotated ninety degrees counter-clockwise, so that I can comfortably lie on my side, only exposing a single thumb and forefinger to the frigid elements without my eiderdown blanket.

Else I sprawl lazily upon my lounge in close proximity to the gas heater with my eReader comfortably ensconsed in my palm, Rice-Burroughs expounding large upon the multiple and multifarious dangers faced by John Carter on Barsoom.

My eBook reading experience is proceeding upon favourable grounds.

I am beginning to succumb to the claims of eBook proponents that they will soon overtake the world of literary endeavour completely.

Until, that is, one simple, horrific fact assails my senses.


At least not without enduring the danger of nodding off to sleep and letting it slip into the soapy suds surrounding my nebulous nether regions.

Ignore those spurious attempts to tell you otherwise: reading through cling film simply saps all romance from the endeavour.

No, I won’t have it!

I must have my bath-time reading.

There are so few things otherwise left to do on the cold, dark, lonely nights I must endure in my chosen place of residence.

eBooks have lost my backing!

Paperback books will remain firmly on my shopping list for the foreseeable future.

One concession I do allow: perhaps I should move to warmer climes.

Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day

Our friend, an avid cook and fresh food fan, loaned us the book Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day.

It explains how to make a batch of dough which you put in the fridge and use each day – for us it lasts a week.
Each day you grab a handful of dough and form a ball before baking it for 20 minutes, then you serve it yummy and warm.

It tastes delicious. I really don’t like the idea of using shop-bought bread anymore.