Alexander Armstrong

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His is the friendliest voice in all literature. I think everyone remembers the time they first... If they have been lucky enough to pick up a P.G. Woodhouse book. And I'm always struck how young people are when they first fell in love with Woodhouse. Usually people aged 10, 11 in their early teens. And I think it's because they discover this warmth. There's... There's such geniality behind him.

His is the friendliest voice in all literature. I think everyone remembers the time they first... If they have been lucky enough to pick up a P.G. Woodhouse book. And I'm always struck how young people are when they first fell in love with Woodhouse. Usually people aged 10, 11 in their early teens. And I think it's because they discover this warmth. There's... There's such geniality behind him.

And that was so typically him in that little clip we heard. So modest. So the comedy takes care of itself. Nonsense. I mean, his is an extraordinary clever. I mean, he wears his learning incredibly lightly. But in the in the narration voice of Bertie Worcester, that's all the Jeeves and Worcester stories are told as if by Bertie.

And that was so typically him in that little clip we heard. So modest. So the comedy takes care of itself. Nonsense. I mean, his is an extraordinary clever. I mean, he wears his learning incredibly lightly. But in the in the narration voice of Bertie Worcester, that's all the Jeeves and Worcester stories are told as if by Bertie.

Terrific erudition comes through, although Bertie is apparently brainless. I beetled off with a fairish amount of restrained auteur, for I was displeased with the man.

Terrific erudition comes through, although Bertie is apparently brainless. I beetled off with a fairish amount of restrained auteur, for I was displeased with the man.

On the previous afternoon, while sauntering along the strand, I'd found myself wedged into one of those sort of alcove places where fellows with voices like foghorns stand all day selling things by auction, and though I was still vague as to how exactly it had happened, I had somehow become the possessor of a large china vase with crimson dragons on it, and not only dragons,

On the previous afternoon, while sauntering along the strand, I'd found myself wedged into one of those sort of alcove places where fellows with voices like foghorns stand all day selling things by auction, and though I was still vague as to how exactly it had happened, I had somehow become the possessor of a large china vase with crimson dragons on it, and not only dragons,

but birds, dogs, snakes, and a thing that looked like a leopard. This menagerie was now stationed on a bracket over the door of my sitting room. I liked the thing. It was bright and cheerful. It caught the eye. And that was why, when Jeeves, wincing a bit, had weighed in with some perfectly gratuitous art criticism, I ticked him off with no little vim.

but birds, dogs, snakes, and a thing that looked like a leopard. This menagerie was now stationed on a bracket over the door of my sitting room. I liked the thing. It was bright and cheerful. It caught the eye. And that was why, when Jeeves, wincing a bit, had weighed in with some perfectly gratuitous art criticism, I ticked him off with no little vim.

Nay, sutor, ultra, whatever it is I would have said to him, if I'd thought of it.

Nay, sutor, ultra, whatever it is I would have said to him, if I'd thought of it.

I think it's absolutely universal. There's something that just pulls you in by the lapels about his humour. I mean, it is wickedly, wickedly funny. I mean, there's a lovely... My favourite line is when he turns to his Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the Down Express in the small of the back.

I think it's absolutely universal. There's something that just pulls you in by the lapels about his humour. I mean, it is wickedly, wickedly funny. I mean, there's a lovely... My favourite line is when he turns to his Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the Down Express in the small of the back.

Tell me that isn't universally hilarious. LAUGHTER

Tell me that isn't universally hilarious. LAUGHTER