"Excuse me, sir." said Jeeves shimmering in with my afternoon snifter. "But I thought I heard a strange noise,is someone repairing the bedsprings?"
Bally cheek, I told him I had bought a five-string banjo and was bally well going to play it. The drones have a banjo Orchestra you know. We used to play jolly old minstrel songs then Oofy Prosser heard about this Mudcat thingy so we're going to try folk songs: Wild Rover,Working on the bally old railway, sort of thing.
It'll be an abolute hoot, we'll tie string round our trousers and wear flat caps and everything.
I don't know what came over Jeeves, I've never known him faint before.
Now where was I: "If you ever get to bally old Houston, then you better bally well walk right,don't bally well quarrel or bally well fight."
By Jove, I think I've got it. I hope Tuppy Glossop has got his accordian out of pawn to join us. Now if Aunt Dahlia would give us a write up in her bally magazine we could be famous. I think Jeeves is having a spasm
I say, that's it we'll be the famous Drones Spasm Band.
I astound myself with my brilliance sometimes. Jeeves, come on old man, buck up, I'll give you my old banjolele. No? Well pull yourself together, we'll need a roadie....
RtS (Editor's note: the fact that the performance never took place is attributed by some to the accidental reversing of Mr Wooster's motor car over the assembled instruments by the formerly very reliable driver, Mr Wooster's personal gentleman's gentleman, in what was clearly a momentary loss of concentration.)