Fan Fiction – Comedy and Drama
Woodside Windermere – Part 3
VI The rain had stopped. Inside the inn, the mood had lifted. Worry had, for the moment, vanished. Josef and Svetlana shook hands and expressed their gratitude to everyone. The announcement of supper brought enthusiastic smiles. The hot supper at Woodside Windermere had never had such enthusiastic appreciation. Mr. Quin was not disappointed. On offer…
Woodside Windermere – Part 2
IV Outside the inn, it was suddenly beginning to get windy. Inside, an energetic fire was blazing in the stone fireplace, comforting and hot. The young man and woman from the woods were now comfortably seated in large chairs. Brandy had already been poured out and kept in front of them. The couple looked quite…
Woodside Windermere – Part 1
I The old inn stood by the banks of Windermere Lake. It was a bed and breakfast affair run by two sisters with the help of two maids and a cook who also doubled up as a handyman. The inn had stood there just over a hundred years in a bit of thick wilderness, two…
Newspapers, Telephones and Doorbells
From the diaries of Sir Shash, June 19_ It was one of those exceptionally cheery and sunny mornings. I had just popped over to Bertie’s having received an invite for breakfast at 11 am from the old chap who, I had no doubt, had woken up about ten minutes prior. He told me that he…
A Conversation
Honoria Glossop: I must say that I am surprised at finding this photograph of Bertie Wooster in your photo album, Madeline. Were you not engaged to him once? Is this a form of sentimental remembrance, my dear girl? If it is, I must caution you at once; any man who chooses Bobbie Wickham is a…
Big Marge’s Homecoming – Part 4
XI It was around 7 pm. Sir Shash was sitting by the smallish lake in the Brinkley estate. He noticed the soft hues in the sky and just a glimmer of moonlight in the lake. He noticed the gardeners leaving as a group. One of them seemed to hang about and then seemed to walk…
Big Marge’s Homecoming – Part 3
VIII Supper was over. It had been long and indulgent. Praise for Anatole’s cooking had as usual reverberated through the dining hall. The Lobster Thermidor and the Oie nouvelle aux navets had been a big hit. Bertie had to be manually restrained by Bobbie from breaking out into a solo dance routine after dessert. However,…
Big Marge’s Homecoming – Part 2
IV It was a bright morning in Brinkley Court. Margaret had been there all of three days and she was enjoying herself very much. The work was a breeze compared to what she had done in all her years. The people were so much kinder. She had never seen bigger rooms in her life. The…
Big Marge’s Homecoming – Part 1
I The Humble Stallion, located in a particularly shabby corner of Spitalfields, was never short of patrons. Its clientele consisted mostly of hard-working wage earners, but there was a not insignificant minority made up of former jailbirds, shysters, confidence tricksters, and the odd raving maniac. One evening, quite late, on the first floor of this…
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 Wooster with a shake of his head. They were sitting face to face in the Drones Club. A few moments ago, much to Bertie’s annoyance,…
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 should make most of your time there eating the splendid cooking and taking in the sights of a grand metropolis in the making. Do convey…
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 clothes. Bingo Little and his wife Rosie Banks, the celebrated novelist had arrived. Angela was delighted to see them both. As everyone gathered around the…
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 in the capture of a dangerous criminal. Madeline, as my friend Bertie maintains, and I agree with him, is the personification of soppiness. With her…
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 shoulder to acknowledge the voice that now ran his life and then promptly fell over in his sack. He looked around sheepishly, grinned at no…
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 the thick of things is what is now known as ‘The Market Snodsbury Grand Chase’. In newspapers, the matter has now been embellished more than…
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 have a rather wide road outside town. I suppose this road was its connection with the rest of humanity and to the nearest village of…
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 the usual lazy afternoon in The Drones Club. Bertie and I were engrossed in a game of chess on an exquisite wooden board, gifted by…
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 to Malling Hall in Steeple Bumpleigh in a move, no doubt calculated by Stilton to secure Lord Worplesdon’s blessings before Lady Florence changed her mind…
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 and my legs were refusing to obey my commands. All I could do was move my neck a little. In front of me was the…