What ho, what ho, what ho!
As a sagacious and experienced man of the world, I am often called on to render my two bits on the events of the day. In recent years one’s interlocutors have been rather pressing on this matter of what is called, if I have the terms right, frolicsome marriage. One isn’t au courant on all the details, of course, but begging pardon for any blushes mantling maidenly cheeks, as Jeeves explained it to me the whole caboodle has to do with a matrimony where the conjugal relations suffer from a distinct lack of variety. Rather! It hardly seems likely, but he insists. Buttonhole the fellow if you want more information. (more…)