Jeeves is from Brixton
Nov. 3rd, 2007 07:17 pmI came across this bit of info in an essay by Guy Bolton, called "Working with Wodehouse." Bolton describes how he would write out long scenes for his musicals and give them to Wodehouse, who would turn them into pithy lyrics.
"In 'Leave it to Jeeves,' I had the famed 'gentleman's gentleman' speak of his youthful days unencumbered by the torturous misadventures of his employer, Bertie Wooster. As had so often happened, the bulk of the scene vanished and Jeeves expressed himself in song."
Speaking of essays, here's a short-short one from "Thank You, Wodehouse," by J.H.C. Morris.
"In 'Leave it to Jeeves,' I had the famed 'gentleman's gentleman' speak of his youthful days unencumbered by the torturous misadventures of his employer, Bertie Wooster. As had so often happened, the bulk of the scene vanished and Jeeves expressed himself in song."
I view the future with concern,
On every side, at every turn
Disaster seems to stare one in the face
For Mr Wooster is, it's plain,
In what he calls the soup again
And liable to sink without a trace.
At times like these when on the verge
Of cataclysms, I've an urge
To seek a spot where life runs calm and slow
And to find release and peace at last
In the quiet haven where I passed
My happy childhood days so long ago.
In Brixton
In lovely Brixton
Which I long so to see,
Yearning
To be returning
To London S.E.
I feel my place is
In that oasis
Home of all that's brave and free
Where on each street
Are always found
Strong men with feet
Upon the ground
Where in each breast
As all attest
There's a heart of gold beneath the rest.
It's Brixton
My heart is fixed on
And it's there I would be.
On every side, at every turn
Disaster seems to stare one in the face
For Mr Wooster is, it's plain,
In what he calls the soup again
And liable to sink without a trace.
At times like these when on the verge
Of cataclysms, I've an urge
To seek a spot where life runs calm and slow
And to find release and peace at last
In the quiet haven where I passed
My happy childhood days so long ago.
In Brixton
In lovely Brixton
Which I long so to see,
Yearning
To be returning
To London S.E.
I feel my place is
In that oasis
Home of all that's brave and free
Where on each street
Are always found
Strong men with feet
Upon the ground
Where in each breast
As all attest
There's a heart of gold beneath the rest.
It's Brixton
My heart is fixed on
And it's there I would be.
Speaking of essays, here's a short-short one from "Thank You, Wodehouse," by J.H.C. Morris.
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 09:58 am (UTC)Though I must say, the idea of Jeeves coming from anywhere that's not in the upper-circles is rather odd. It's like he was born a valet.
Dammit, now I want Deprived childhood! Jeeves fic!
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 10:01 am (UTC)Well, in London S.E, anyway.
Really, REALLY, cannot wrap my brain around Jeeves living in the area I'm familiar with- now, then, or ever.
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