Today on @bookclubpodhq we explore a truly great book, PG Wodehouse's THE CODE OF THE WOOSTERS.
Bertie, Jeeves, the sinister Black Shorts and a stolen cow-creamer: is this the funniest book ever written? And what does it tell us about 1930s Britain?
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Classic Tony Greig commentary praising the beauty of the women in the crowd.
Tony Greig: Oh boy... and she looked gorgeous.
(A long pause follows as Bill Lawry refuses to take the bait)
Tony Greig: Well, go on then, say something.
(Another pause)
Tony Greig: He won't say anything. It's gotta be a pigeon before he comments.
Bill Lawry: You dig a hole, you fill it up, mate.
(Cameraman cuts a shot of a pigeon sitting on the grandstand roof)
Tony Greig: Oh, isn't that beautiful!
Bill Lawry: That's what's called a mongrel black checker.
@Gabriel_Pogrund And, if he’s paid more tax than would be due from legally compliant arrangements, he’s a moron not a brilliant businessman showing how it’s done.
Imagine Trump’s messages read out by the prosecution at Nuremberg. (“A whole civilisation will die tonight.”) They would have hanged any one of the defendants.
There wasn't a sitcom I hated more. It was always the Sunday night before a new week at school ... and you hadn't done your French homework.
50 years later, even the theme tune makes me want to burst into tears.
You could write the scripts. The three old boys find two planks of wood and four old pram wheels behind a hedge. The rest you can guess.
It was utter shite.
walking away from a toxic workplace feels like relief and grief at the same time. relief because you are finally out. grief because a perfectly good opportunity was quietly destroyed by people who had no business setting the tone for anything.