Author(s): P. G. Wodehouse
No writer knew better than PG Wodehouse how a drink can lift the spirits - and he was a master at the high comic effects of having a few too many. Highballs for Breakfast is a handpicked selection of wit, wisdom and comic moments from Wodehouse's work that involve getting pickled or plastered, or lathered or sozzled, and getting in and out of all manner of scrapes. If some great writers dwelled on the darker side of drinking, Wodehouse was concerned with the pure pleasure to be had from 'the magic bottle' and getting outside of the contents of a tall glass. His imperishable writing displays a well-turned appreciation for all kinds of booze - cocktails, champagne, port, whiskey and brandy (with soda, of course); but also the humble pint, and even the infamous poteen. This sparkling collection captures Wodehouse at his best on being terribly thirsty, or drowning one's sorrows, or knocking one back for Dutch courage. It finds him celebrating the special atmospheres of the English country pub and the Manhattan barroom. And it shows him to be exceptionally good on hangovers, but equally so on hangover cures, such as the legendary pick-me-ups prepared for Bertie Wooster by the dependable Jeeves. For all lovers of a laugh and a drink, Highballs for Breakfast is a tonic, a bracer, and a tissue-restorer.
The author of almost a hundred books and the creator of Jeeves, Blandings Castle, Psmith, Ukridge, Uncle Fred and Mr Mulliner, P.G. Wodehouse was born in 1881 and educated at Dulwich College. After two years with the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank he became a full-time writer, contributing to a variety of periodicals including Punch and the Globe. He married in 1914. As well as his novels and short stories, he wrote lyrics for musical comedies with Guy Bolton and Jerome Kern, and at one stage had five musicals running simultaneously on Broadway. His time in Hollywood also provided much source material for fiction. At the age of 93, in the New Year's Honours List of 1975, he received a long-overdue knighthood, only to die on St Valentine's Day some 45 days later.