Funny How the Immune System Works

Even the most reclusive of us must be aware that there really is nothing funny about what is going on at large in the world at the moment. However medical authorities from The Mayo Clinic onwards recommend giggling, sniggering and laughing as a great tonic, so whether appropriate or not at this time of trouble, here goes…

Sir Thomas Beecham the conductor, is on record as saying, “If I was Prime Minister I would require every man, woman and child between the ages of eight and eighty to sit down and listen to Mozart for a quarter of an hour every day for five years.” Bearing in mind recent Prime Ministerial performance one can think of worse edicts.

For the literary equivalent I nominate the works of P G Wodehouse. To name him in full, Pelham Granville Wodehouse. He chose to be known to family and friends as Plum – and who can blame him?

The daily application of one chapter of P G Wodehouse read aloud has given great results so far in our household. And here’s a thing; being as the man was afflicted with as unrelenting a work ethic as any three or four twentieth century writers put together, there is for practical purposes a more or less unlimited supply of his work. He wrote some ninety novels, about two hundred short stories, as well as plays, musicals, and film scripts.

Right about the cusp of the last third of his lifetime, i.e. a few months before he was sixty, he was interned by the German army and spent almost a year in confinement in various locations ending up in what is now part of Poland with other men deemed to be of fighting age. Of the location he wrote, “If this is Upper Silesia, one dreads to think what Lower Silesia is like.”

And then he made a breathtaking mistake for which he paid dearly for the rest of his life. He agreed to make five radio broadcasts for the Germans. This was in 1941.

The content of these broadcasts was gently satirical, here’s a brief excerpt from the first:

Young men, starting out in life, have often asked me “How can I become an Internee?” Well, there are several methods. My own was to buy a villa in Le Touquet on the coast of France and stay there till the Germans came along. This is probably the best and simplest system. You buy the villa and the Germans do the rest.”

The full text of the five broadcasts with a bullet point account of what happened to Plum during the war can be found here:

Agreed to…? The evidence is that he was tricked into it. I also reference here a wikipedia article which gives a full and detailed account and a youtube video which has a brief excerpt from a sympathetic film featuring Tim Pigott-Smith and Zoe Wanamaker as the Wodehouses, with she confronting him. The full film, Wodehouse in Exile, used to be available on youtube, I hope it’s still around somewhere.

What did this sorry event cost him? Well, after decades of high earning success, Plum was instantly reviled in the war-time British press as a traitor, investigated by the British secret services, and driven into self-imposed exile in the USA never to return to his beloved England.

His work however, remained enduringly popular. Jeeves and Bertie Wooster appeared on television in the 60s personated by Ian Carmichael and Dennis Price, later revived by Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie. There are adaptations and recordings of other parts of his oeuvre, although few of his other creations – among them, Psmith, Ukridge, Mr Mulliner, The Oldest Member, Lord Emsworth, Sally… achieved quite the prominence of the aforementioned double-act.

Plum was granted a final rehabilitation in British national opinion with a knighthood in the Queen’s New Year’s Honors List 1975 (just about six weeks before he died), but was at that time too frail to travel back to his native land to receive it.

Since the end of the Second World War, Wodehouse has been defended in print and on screen by such diverse apologists as George Orwell, Anthony Lane and Stephen Fry. Isaac Asimov in a foreword to a collection of Plum’s work admits to a forty year ambition – to dine at the Drones Club. The late Tim Pigott-Smith stoutly defends Plum as a harmless old duffer completely unaware of the consequences of what happened.

I agree with Tim Pigott-Smith. Apart from Plum’s peculiar innocence, it would be hard to find a more patriotic man at heart.

I have been laughing on the borderline of total loss of control at Wodehouse’s work since I discovered him just over fifty years ago, (I’m sixty-two as of this writing). Back then I had to stuff my mouth with a sheet so as not to wake the rest of the household when I was reading at night.

I once played this comic hero of mine in a play called Plum by Roy Smiles. This was in Christchurch, New Zealand in 2014.

All of this is a long way to get to why I’m posting this. As Plum might have put it, “The essayist with points to make or history to include, must get on with it or he will fail to grip and his audience will soon drift away to the bar for a second Gin and Tonic.”

A quick glance at the search engines says that laughter is generally acknowledged to be a great tonic with benefits to the immune system. These days I take a home-made folk-recipe anti-viral tonic: equal parts garlic, ginger, lemon and manuka honey. But I reckon a daily dose of Plum and his laugh-riot prose boosts my immune system just as much or more. As people who write references based on the resumes of job applicants, “I have no hesitation in recommending him to you.”

Evelyn Waugh puts it rather better, this quote of his was for many years on the back cover of all Penguin editions of Wodehouse: “Mr Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from a tyranny more irksome than our own.” Isn’t that a sentiment that feels strangely apt just now?

If you’re new to Plum and his works, start with Bertie and Jeeves and go from there!

That’s me as Plum on the left.

That’s the real thing on the right

Oh, and should it amuse, there’s an astrological view on Plum and his wartime misadventures here.



From hirsute to hairless
From hirsute to hairless


“Yes sir?”

“I say Jeeves, rally round will you?”

“I shall endeavor to give satisfaction sir.”

“It would not be overstating the case to say that this is one of the scaliest dilemmas ever to have presented itself.”

“Indeed, sir?”


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But hang on dash it all, I’d better go back a reel or two and unleash a bit of context for the general reader.

You see, when I was engaged to go to New Zealand to partake of the Midsummer Night’s Dream festivities, up to and including treading the boards with our friends from China, well I sprang like a young gazelle to take advantage of the jamboree.

Chinese and Kiwi actors in the Dream at The Court
Chinese and Kiwi actors in the Dream at The Court

After all, N.Z. what with the jolly old International Date Line and so forth, is exactly as far away as one can go without coming back! How and when in the world does a chap collide with an opportunity like that?!

Little did I suspect that whilst I was merrily playing games of Whizz, Bang, Pop, with my fellow thesps. at the pre show warm-up, fate was quietly slipping a powder of poser into the sherbet. Viz:

My old chum Philip Aldridge, Chief Exec. at The Court Theatre, was slated to play that master of comic prose Pelham Granville Wodehouse in a world premiere of a play called PLUM. Cutting to the headlines of the case, when yours truly hove across the horizon, the Aldridge, nothing if not a cove to seize upon the happenstance, put it to me that I might do a stint as his stunt double and undertake the portraying of the great man, myself.

It would be departing from veracity if I told you that I was all sympathy for Aldridge’s plight, he being somewhat more than fully occupied with the navigation of the various re-building considerations and negotiations at hand. No, the truth is, the opp. to play one of the greatest humorists that ever lived (albeit in this part of his life story a startlingly silly old duffer and one that made a profound mistake), well it was a chance that no aspiring performer could pass up.

That’s what theatrical types call the backstory, we now resume the parlay with Jeeves …


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“You see Jeeves, two weeks ago I looked like this:”

As Peter Quince
As Peter Quince

“Indeed, sir.”

“And here is the publicity shot for PLUM:”

As P. G. Wodehouse in PLUM with Laura Hill as The Muse
As P. G. Wodehouse in PLUM with Laura Hill as The Muse

“Ah yes, sir.”

“You see the problem, Jeeves?”

“Quite so, sir.”

“Wodehouse the tweedy old fart in the semi-recumbent posture, this we can do, Jeeves.”

“The likeness is extraordinary, sir.”

“But what of Wodehouse the wordsmith?”

“Many have tried, sir. I fear few …”

“Peerless, what? Stands alone kind of thing?”

“Exactly so, sir.”

“And here’s the rub, Jeeves. Wodehouse the ex-sportsman, the cricketer, the rugby player of his youth? The trim physique, Jeeves.”

“Precisely, sir.”

“What’s to be done, Jeeves?”

“If I may suggest, sir. I fancy the time has come for the formal deployment of O.L.M.”

“O.L.M., Jeeves? Talk plainly man. This is no time for obscure reference.”

“Operation Leading Man, sir.”

“Good heavens, Jeeves!”

“Indeed, sir. As the latin has it: in mens sana in corpore sano.”

“Dash it all, Jeeves! I do wish you wouldn’t speak dead languages at times of crisis.”

“Quite so, sir.”

“But I say, one is known in three continents as a trencherman of considerable accomplishment …”

“It is the only way, sir.”

“What? Nix the carbs? Deep six the sherbet? Undertake strenuous exercises in the manner of those johnnies from the Indian subcontinent?”

“These and other measures, sir.”

“How ghastly!”

“Yes sir.”

“Well look here, Jeeves, mix me a stiffish brandy and soda, would you? And if you forget the soda, you won’t hear me complaining. A final snifter before the campaign begins, what?”

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PLUM opens on 9th August at The Court Theatre, Christchurch, N.Z. and plays till 30th August.

O.L.M. is ongoing …