“Much Obliged, Jeeves” by P G Wodehouse (1971)

“As I slid into my chair at the breakfast table and started to deal with the toothsome eggs and bacon which Jeeves had given of his plenty, I was pretty conscious of a strange exhilaration, if I’ve got the word right.”

After the last book, I asked Twitter for something funny to take the taste away. How I didn’t think about Wodehouse myself is beyond me, but it was exactly what I needed.

At Jeeves’ gentleman’s club for butlers and valets, the Junior Ganymede, there is a book in which all the memb...