Hullo hullo. I bring no fic, but I stumbled across this enjoyably fruity take on 'Right Ho, Jeeves', from The Guardian. Text is under the cut.
( I was used to this kind of rebuff from him, but Bertram Wooster isn't the kind of man to mistake a servant's repressed sexual passion for sartorial authority. )
( I was used to this kind of rebuff from him, but Bertram Wooster isn't the kind of man to mistake a servant's repressed sexual passion for sartorial authority. )