thehefner | I said, DOCTOR!

As far as anyone knows, is there a variation of a Piña Colada that calls for BOTH Malibu and Cap'n Morgan, plus a shot of fresh lime juice? If not, then I think I've just invented a Heffie Colada.

Because after all, I put de lime in de coconut.

I've been showing Dad the wonderful Laurie/Fry JEEVES & WOOSTER series. Between that and the Jeeves alarm clock (which I *did* buy and absolutely adore, by the way), I really, really wish I had a Jeeves. Y'know, a constant companion to make certain I dressed well, kept up with my appointments, and didn't make a total ass of myself (or to save my sorry butt whenever I did). Someone to gently yank me out of the way of open manholes while I would be strolling along, thinking great thoughts.

"I say, Jeeves! That was an open manhole!"

"Quite, sir."

"That would have been blasted awkward had I fallen into that! I dare say I should have been in quite the dilly of the pickle! "

"I couldn't say, sir. Might I remind sir that today is New Comics Day?"

"Oh, smashing! Whip me up another martini*, if you'd be so kind! (sings) Ohh, I-I-I love little girls, they make me feel so... so..."

"Good, sir?"

"Quite, quite! I-I-I love little girls, they make me feel so..."

"Bad, sir."

"... What do you suppose an 'Oingo Boingo' is, anyway?"

"I'm afraid I really couldn't say, sir."

Of course, it would be hard to say how my Jeeves would hold up over all the years of putting up with me. He might become dryly snarky like Alfred or become an outright cynical and sarcastic bastard like John Gielgud in ARTHUR. Ah well, in either case, it's a moot point to dream as such.

After all, I already have Bub for all that.

*In one episode, Bertie mixed up a gin martini with a dash of absinthe... holy crap, man, how I want to drink that.