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Frederick, Earl of Ickenham, remains young at heart. So his jape of using a catapult to ping a silk top hat off his grumpy half-brother-in-law is nothing out of the ordinary - but the consequences abound with possibilities.Frederick, Earl of Ickenham, remains young at heart. So his jape of using a catapult to ping a silk top hat off his grumpy half-brother-in-law is nothing out of the ordinary - but the consequences abound with possibilities.

An Uncle Fred novel Frederick, Earl of Ickenham, remains young at heart. So it is for him the act of a moment to lean out of the Drones Club window with a catapult and ping the silk top-hat off his grumpy in-law, the distinguished barrister Sir Raymond Bastable - but unfortunately things don't end there. The sprightly earl finds that his action has inspired a scandalous bestseller and a film script - but this is as nothing compared with the entangled fates of the couples that surround him. In this delightful novel by the master of comic fiction, Uncle Fred will discover that only he, with his fabled sweetness and light can save the day.

Frederick, Earl of Ickenham, is not the man to run away from other people’s romantic problems, not even when faced with the tangled relationships of his godson, Johnny, Johnny’s girlfriend, Belinda, butler Albert Peasemarch and Peasemarch’s beloved, Phoebe, who happens to be the sister of his employer, bad-tempered Sir Raymond ‘Beefy’ Bastable. Sir Raymond is himself in pursuit of Barbara Crowe. Everything turns on the fate of the script for a film called Cocktail-Time by Bastable’s nephew, Cosmo Wisdom – but just to stir the mixture a little further, Wodehouse throws in American con-artist Oily Carlisle. Now read on...

Пятый граф Икенхемский весьма оригинальным способом подтолкнул двоюродного брата своей жены, Раймонда Бастабла, написать книгу о непристойной молодёжи, произведшей небывалый фурор.

«…Часто спорят и гадают, как возникла та или иная книга. Скажем, если бы Милтона спросили, что подсказало ему «Потерянный рай», он ответил бы: «Да так, знаете… Пришло в голову…» Но о сэре Раймонде Бастабле гадать не надо. Романом «Время пить коктейли» он обязан твердой руке лорда Икенхема. Если бы граф хуже стрелял, если бы он промазал – чего не бывает! – мы бы не знали этой книги…»