oh god it begins

“But I don’t want to marry the Rigellian ambassador!”

Can Bertie and Stiffy just wrangle for eight thousand years, she said, with her chin in her hands and her face wreathed in smiles?

So I’m reading The Code of the Woosters, everything is well and truly messed up and it’s starting to feel like an adventure game in the most delightful sort of way, like–

I hadn’t the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.

P.G. Wodehouse (via eurekaetcetera)

It’s P.G. Wodehouse’s birthday!

[allieinarden]

Now I don’t even have to pretend not to be obsessed with him!!!! Which is good, perhaps, because I’m doing a terrible job. 

In that spirit, here’s an interview with the actors from Perfect Nonsense. 
I’m especially taken with how well Stephen Magnan appears to understand his character, Bertie Wooster:

The essence of all comedy is the disparity between how someone thinks the world perceives them and how the world actually perceives them. Bertie doesn’t have a clue but he thinks he does. He is utterly reliant on Jeeves and just like a child when everything works out. I see that with my own little boys. They have a birthday party, they just assume it happens by itself. That’s the way things are. Why wouldn’t there be a big party? And they don’t realise there are the Jeeveses out there making their life happy.

“Bertie.”
“Hallo?”
“Ever been hit over the head with a chair?”
“No.”
“Well, you soon may be.”
I began to see she was in a difficult mood.

Thank you, Jeeves; P.G.Wodehouse

To be able to write about PG Wodehouse is the sort of honour that comes rarely in any man’s life, let alone mine. This is rarity of a rare order. Halley’s comet seems like a blasted nuisance in comparison. If you’d knocked on my head 20 years ago and told me that a time would come when I, Hugh Laurie - scraper-through of O-levels, mover of lips (own) while reading, loafer, scrounger, pettifogger and general berk of this parish - would be able to carve my initials in the broad bark of the Master’s oak, I’m pretty certain that I would have said “garn”, or something like it.

Hugh Laurie Wodehouse Saved my Life

Hugh Laurie talks about his experience with PG Wodehouse’s novels, in particular the Jeeves books, and the challenges of adapting them to screen. A lovely article.

I’m beginning to feel quite certain that every time Bertie buys a hat/tie/outfit that Jeeves disapproves of, Jeeves immediately arranges a catastrophe, just in case the master proves obstreperous about his wardrobe.

“Oh, sir wants to wear his pink tie, does sir? Well, perhaps sir will enjoy this little visit from Aunt Agatha next week…”

Two hours later.

“Ye gods, Jeeves, I’ve just had the most terrible cable from Aunt Agatha, you must help me–

"With pleasure, sir…”