An account of Jeeves' trip to Las Vegas latterly in the service of Mr tikay.

[Jeeves]

Since news of my predicament hit the wires I have had three phone calls asking if I would work for them

they were from

1 The Duke of Colchester, latterly of Portsmouth, Hampshire and Lady Colchester formerly of the Isle of Wight

2.The Archduke Boldie of the Netherlands and Queen Mrs B of the Central Belt

3. Count Knave of Yorkshire and his noblemen Brent and Richard


I need help in establishing which I should pursue please. I know little of any of them

[Robert HM]

Since news of my predicament hit the wires I have had three phone calls asking if I would work for them

they were from

1 The Duke of Colchester, latterly of Portsmouth, Hampshire and Lady Colchester formerly of the Isle of Wight

2.The Archduke Boldie of the Netherlands and Queen Mrs B of the Central Belt

3. Count Knave of Yorkshire and his noblemen Brent and Richard


I need help in establishing which I should pursue please. I know little of any of them

Rule out:
1. You'll spend your time reffing domestics over corrected posts.
3. Unless you like cupboards

Go for
2. She needs a man about the place.

[littlemissC]

oh jeeves you must help out those poor boys from yorkshire

[Claw75]

you any good at house-training monkeys, Jeeves?

[boldie]

Since news of my predicament hit the wires I have had three phone calls asking if I would work for them

they were from

1 The Duke of Colchester, latterly of Portsmouth, Hampshire and Lady Colchester formerly of the Isle of Wight

2.The Archduke Boldie of the Netherlands and Queen Mrs B of the Central Belt

3. Count Knave of Yorkshire and his noblemen Brent and Richard


I need help in establishing which I should pursue please. I know little of any of them

Rule out:
1. You'll spend your time reffing domestics over corrected posts.
3. Unless you like cupboards

Go for
2. She needs a man about the place.

....God I hope not...don't want to spoil the Mrs, see?

[Karabiner]

Good fkn job as I've changed the locks since my cookoo clock went missing.

[Colchester Kev]

Good fkn job as I've changed the locks since my cookoo clock went missing.

Check your collection of Ian Poulter pics Ralph

[tikay]

Have you thought of attending to the daily needs of Mr Flush, of Brighton, Jeeves?

[LLevan]

OK own up ...................who's kidnapped Jeeves and changed the password on his lappie.

[Claw75]

I reckon Jeeves has been banned for stirring on the internet poker board

[Colchester Kev]

I reckon Jeeves has been banned for stirring on the internet poker board

Wrong ... Jeeves Grimmed Karabiner and robbed his cuckoo clock.

[turny]

ok so whats happened to jeeves the last couple of months? has he been inside?

he has just resurfaced on another thread and apparently he's just arrived back in vegas under the services of "a young chap that talks of nothing but greyhounds"
wonder who that might be?
come on jeeves fill us in on where and what you been upto the last couple of months and also the lowdown of what your upto the next couple of weeks.

[Jeeves]

Tuesday


The end with Raif was swift, he wielded his rapier with P45 attached with a perceptible air of glee on informing me that I was not to accompany him on his trip to Las Vegas with Bob Carolgees, and I was left once more searching for gainful employment. A little miffed at the swift and unceremonial nature of my departure I did extract a modicum of revenge by setting the Ian Wright cuckoo clock to cuckoo its plaintive "Offside Ref!" quarter hourly chant, only every five minutes. At maximum volume.

Setting off once again for London I recognised that the prevailing economic environment was not condusive to gentlemen asking for the services of menservants to help relieve them of their more mundane tasks, but I persevered nonetheless. When however some weeks later all avenues appeared to be exhausted I must admit I ploughed into a slough of despond. I hit the bottle, and I hit the casino tables. There, at £2 a time, dealer standing on soft seventeen, I wiled away many a long hour surrounded by Thais of indeterminate sex and sexuality.

I was at rock bottom. Nowhere to turn to, and considering whether life was worth it, and how had it all come to this? At this point my fortunes began to change. That evening I ventured to the Circus casino in Luton. Virtually Dunstable in fact, not a salubrious town or establishment but I was hoping that rather than gaming in the plush environs of the West End surrounded by the temptations of Spearmint and Stringfellow employed flesh that I could ill afford to ogle, that a change of scenery and a change of table would do me the world of good.

After several hours of play I noticed a commotion at the front door. In came a group of men, Pool cases slung over their shoulders, one wearing lingerie over his jeans and another smaller gentleman being chased for his Proof of Age ID by the burly receptionist. Two of their number, one with rotund girth and stubble, another with Ginger hair and rather more mature came and sat near me at the table. We struck up a conversation and they mentioned that they were shortly to be vacationing in Las Vegas.

My memories of Las Vegas were bittersweet with Mr tikay, and I was still smarting from Mr Raif's pointed refusal to let me accompany him on his Spit the Dog concert season. I nevertheless made polite conversation as my funds slowly dribbled away in a hail of automatic shuffling machines and hitting thirteen every time I doubled down.

The larger gentleman, who introduced himself as "Al, or Shieldsy" called across the room to the Poker tables where the lingerie clad far too thin gentleman was showing an album of photographs containing dogs to his fellow players, two of whom had slumped asleep on the table some minutes previously. The cross-room call had not disturbed the flow of one-way conversation from the animated cross-dresser and so Shieldsy beckoned me to follow him across to meet him.

Immediately I, professional curiousity aroused, saw the work required with Shieldsy. Unkept hair, scruffy clothes and scuffed shoes. None of these would last five minutes if he had a proper man about his house. However Shieldsy had something else in mind. Not, fortunately, accompanying Master Rosy on his school run or Mr Ginger Old Git to the library but the man I now saw in front of me. Introduced as "Ben".

Standing respectfully a few paces back I overheard snatches of conversation

"come on Ben, you've just had a major score. You can get him to do EVERYTHING!"

"Will he walk the dogs?"

"He'll walk like a dog if you ask him Ben. Come on. How cool will it be in Vegas to have your own butler?"

"Hold on, I have to ask Flushy"

"Stuff Flushy Ben, this is your treat to yourself"

"Let me ask Aisling"

"Aisling won't be in Vegas Ben, this is your treat to yourself"

"What does he know about greyhounds?"

"I don't know Ben, but he'll learn if you want him to"     

and with that the rakishly thin gentleman, rather shy but endearingly polite, walked across and proferred his hand to mine....

"Jeeves, I'm Ben, nearly 21 years old and only wearing this thong for a bet. We're going to Vegas for a fortnight and we could do with some help organising. Interested?"

Well how could I refuse? Stipend established I spent the next week in a whirlygig of planning and booking.

My return to Las Vegas was upon me.     

[Laxie]

Yay!!!  Jeeves has another gig!     Good luck Jeeves.  Take no notice of the lingerie.  It was a bet.  He's not really a cross dresser.  Honest.   

[turny]

welcome back jeeves, you have been missed!

absolute class and he has all there charactors spot on already! lol