BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD Reggie stabbed at the bell. “Mrs Daddywood!” “Morning, Mr Reggie. There is a letter here for you, pet. I’ll be there in one sec.” “Oh rather, let’s be having it,” said Reggie as he concealed the Hendrick’s and cucumber behind the Edwardian ‘plum pudding’ mahogany centre table. Reggie was still a tad squiffy after last night’s escapade at the Ath., but … Continue reading Reggie goes to Encaenia
BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD Chewing the cud about something or other, Reggie peered out of the sash window, arousing the curiosity of the last of the ewes. He was breakfasting late. The Biedermeier wall clock reminded him of as much. Reggie was feeling idle, and had no intention of dispensing with the dressing gown just yet. The art of life was to be fancy-free after … Continue reading What?! Civil War?
BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD READ BY STEPHEN: “Mrs Daddywood, are you there?”, shouted Reggie from the comfort of the giltwood and red silk damask Tatham, Bailey & Sanders chaise longue. “Just a minute, luv”, said Mrs Daddywood as she came charging down the corridor. “Oh, there you are. How splendid. Now, Mrs Daddywood, why don’t you take a seat? By golly, Mrs Daddywood…”. He paused … Continue reading A Mild Scrape with the Banter Bill
