Blandings: Lord Emsworth and the Girlfriend
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EPISODE 3 IN A MAJOR BBC DRAMA STARRING TIMOTHY SPALL, DAVID WALLIAMS AND JENNIFER SAUNDERS
Disaster at the annual fete at Blandings Castle.
It is the annual fete at Blandings Castle, and Connie will again force Clarence to wear a miserable top-hat and make a speech. To top it off, he is banned from picking his favourite flowers by terrifying head-gardener McAllister.
However, Clarence befriends Gladys and Ern, two cheeky school-children who encourage him to do what he wants. Connie is of course scandalised, and brings her howitzers to bear on the ghastly intruders.
Freddie - needing to tap his old man for some cash - tries to help Clarence and the children and inevitably makes everything worse.
‘Sublime comic genius’
Ben Elton
‘You don't analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in its warmth and splendour.’
Stephen Fry
‘The funniest writer ever to put words to paper.’
Hugh Laurie
‘P.G. Wodehouse remains the greatest chronicler of a certain kind of Englishness, that no one else has ever captured quite so sharply, or with quite as much wit and affection.’
Julian Fellowes
Disaster at the annual fete at Blandings Castle.
It is the annual fete at Blandings Castle, and Connie will again force Clarence to wear a miserable top-hat and make a speech. To top it off, he is banned from picking his favourite flowers by terrifying head-gardener McAllister.
However, Clarence befriends Gladys and Ern, two cheeky school-children who encourage him to do what he wants. Connie is of course scandalised, and brings her howitzers to bear on the ghastly intruders.
Freddie - needing to tap his old man for some cash - tries to help Clarence and the children and inevitably makes everything worse.
‘Sublime comic genius’
Ben Elton
‘You don't analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in its warmth and splendour.’
Stephen Fry
‘The funniest writer ever to put words to paper.’
Hugh Laurie
‘P.G. Wodehouse remains the greatest chronicler of a certain kind of Englishness, that no one else has ever captured quite so sharply, or with quite as much wit and affection.’
Julian Fellowes
