Suggested Reading Order
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Read more: The Rescue
From the diaries of Sir Shash, June 19_ I lay on the floor unable to move. The screwdriver-like throb behind my eyes was so intense I was immobilized. My hands…
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Read more: Whale Rider Inn
From the diaries of Sir Shash, July 19_ Soon after the happy reunion of Lady Florence with Stilton, Bertie and I were not surprised to note that they legged it…
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Read more: A violent mini story
The old detective in the armchair coughed repeatedly. I put a reassuring hand on his wrist and patted it once. He smiled and looked up at his companion who stood…
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Read more: Postcard – Lady Roberta Wickham
The Daily Trail had a lurker tailing Lady Roberta Wickham and Bertie Wooster. He was a determined yellow and neither sea nor long rail journeys would stop him in his…
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Read more: Postcard from The Mediterranean – Lady Roberta Wickham and Baroness Pauline Stoker
At a later date, the Daily Trail reporter managed his camouflage within hilltop fauna as he captured this picture. I am reliably informed that he has since been promoted but…
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Read more: The Race at Market Snodsbury – Part 1
From the diaries of Sir Shash, August 19_ ‘Looks like you are in trouble Bertie,’ said Pongo Twistleton, peeking over Bertie’s shoulder. Bertie gave him an indignant glare. It was…
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Read more: The Race at Market Snodsbury – Part 2
From the diaries of Sir Shash, August 19_ Market Snodsbury is a small town in Worcestershire. Small is being generous. However, to its credit, said no one ever, it did…
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Read more: The Race at Market Snodsbury – Part 3
From the diaries of Sir Shash, August 19_ I have attempted below to faithfully record the essence of a few interviews granted to the papers and magazines by those in…
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Read more: Postcards from Italy (with plenty of commentary)
The Daily Trail’s intrepid reporter had been following Lady Roberta Wickham, Bertie Wooster, Baron Marmaduke ‘Chuffy’ Chuffnell and Baroness Pauline Stoker (Chuffy’s wife) on their trip to Italy. By this…
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Read more: The remains of the day
The Junior Ganymede Club Book, that well-guarded and much sought after book of secrets on the English aristocracy was composed entirely of understated and restrained entries by gentlemen’s gentlemen from…
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Read more: The Return of Colonel Moran – Part 1
1 The sirens went off in HM Prison Dartmoor. Several moments too late. The escape was incomprehensible and unlikely. A tunnel. Yet it had happened. John Clay aka Vincent Spaulding,…
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Read more: The Return of Colonel Moran – Part 2
4 The Bentley thundered down the country road in the dark. The rain fell on the car windows, futile in its attempt to slow down the driver. Lady Roberta Wickham…
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Read more: The Return of Colonel Moran – Part 3
7 John Clay was running faster than he ever had. In the dark, Friston forest was nature at its most forbidding. He had already fallen over several times. His knees…
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Read more: Postcards from Italy – Jones vs Fernsby edition
It was his first overseas assignment. A poker-faced Jones from The Daily Socialite was having baked beans for lunch. Out of a tin. He also wore an overcoat and a…
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Read more: Postcards from Italy – Jones vs Fernsby edition – Part 2
The Daily Trail did come up with an ace. Its intrepid correspondent, Fernsby, temporarily outwitted by Jones, was in the midst of a philosophical walk. Jones of The Daily Socialite…
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Read more: A birthday at Brinkley – Part 1
From the Diaries of Sir Shash, September19__ ‘Faster you silly goose, faster,’ shouted Lady Roberta ‘Bobbie’ Wickham in her most encouraging voice. Bertie Wooster, my dear friend, looked over his…
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Read more: A birthday at Brinkley – Part 2
From the Diaries of Sir Shash, September19__ I had last seen Madeline and her pet gorilla, Roderick Spode, at the Whale Rider Inn, where she had played no insignificant part…
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Read more: A birthday at Brinkley – Part 3
From the Diaries of Sir Shash, September19__ The gathering at lunch was a sedate one. Sanity had, for the moment, returned. People had been given restoratives and everyone had changed…
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Read more: Postcards – Afternoon Glow – With commentary from the Drones Lads
What Bingo Little said: Fernsby of The Daily Trail, a photographer we have all come to regard with equal measures of admiration and apprehension, somehow contrived to capture this moment…
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Read more: The File
‘Switch on the torch Ian, I can barely see a thing. The power went out. It rains and the power goes out. Just what you need. The weather’s absolute drizzling…
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Read more: Postcards – A touch of noir
‘It had rained all day and now it planned to rain all night. My spirits needed reviving. I went to Ruby’s for the burger and to grab a glance at…
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Read more: All we carry
Every now and then, I look through an old album. This one was one of Aunt Bobbie’s favourite pictures. I think I know why it was so special to her.…
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Read more: Postcards – ‘With Permission’
It was rare for reporters from The Daily Socialite and The Daily Trail to socialize. The rivalry was intense; the margins were wafer thin and the reporting staff had a…
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Read more: Jeeves and the Garbo affair
Date – November 19____ My dear Shash, I take it that San Francisco is treating you rather splendidly and why should it not? You are visiting La familia and you…
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Read more: Postcard – The Drones (with commentary from the gals)
‘‘I can take a good guess at what these boys are thinking. ‘What’s for lunch?’’ -Honoria Glossop ‘Oh, isn’t that sweet? Friendship and sunshine. Young men gathered together are like…
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Read more: The Breakdown
1 ‘Of all the hare-brained ideas that I have let you lead me into, Stiffy, this has to be right up there in the top drawer,’ complained Reverend Harold Pinker.…
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Read more: Postcards – Milady’s Boudoir Magazine (with commentary by Stiffy Byng)
Bertie, I enclose my comments below. I have kept my promise of being kind. Love,Stiffy Bertie’s Aunt Dahlia, popular in the idle rich circles of England as Lady Dahlia Travers…
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Read more: Postcards – The Brash and The Beautiful (with commentary by Stiffy Byng)
The Brash and the BeautifulBy Stiffy Byng Bertie’s Aunt Dahlia, known in the idle rich circles of England as Lady Dahlia Travers, has been kind enough to offer me a…
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Read more: Jeeves and the Anonymous Letter
From Bingo Little’s diary: ‘Hiss’ ‘What?’ ‘Hiss, Hiss’ ‘Umm…’ ‘Hissss Hissss’ ‘You will excuse me, Stilton, old thing, if I cannot understand what you are trying to convey,’ said Bertie…
