I reached out a hand from under the blankets, and rang the bell for Jeeves.
‘Good evening, Jeeves.’
‘Good morning, sir.’
This surprised me.
‘Is it morning?’
‘Are you sure? It seems very dark outside.’
‘There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.’
‘Season of what?’
‘Mists, sir, and mellow fruitfulness.’
‘Oh? Yes. Yes, I see. Well, be that as it may, get me one of those bracers of yours, will you?’
I have one in readiness sir, in the ice box.’
He shimmered out ,and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you’re going to die in about five minutes.”
So opens PG Wodehouse’s The Code of the Woosters and in a few lines you have a mini-masterclass in establishing character.
The bracer in question is a Prairie Oyster, a hangover remedy in which the cure is, surely, worse than the disease
The Prairie Oyster
1 raw egg
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
2 dashes Tabasco
The Code of the Woosters PG Wodehouse Penguin, £7,99