What ho. [His typical greeting is a little less exuberant than usual.]I'm sad to say that that I've come to the realization that this Wooster isn't really cut out for this job. It's a dashed tricky thing, wardening, a more convoluted process than making tea even. So the time has come for me to throw in the towel, make a strategic retreat, biff ( Read more... )

I knew I wasn't imagining things when I thought something was watching me. Maybe next time people will take note of my keen observations. [No, he really was imagining things earlier. But the timing is convenient.]

[Private to the Admiral]

What ho, old chap! I say, it's not very preux of you to make a poor beazel bath semi-publicly, and it's ( Read more... )