In Competition No 2556 you were invited to describe an encounter between Bertie Wooster and James Bond in the style of either P.G. Wodehouse or Ian Fleming.
They are two of the most popular characters in English fiction, but it’s hard to think of two more disparate ones; Bertie, the chump, always in some sort of soup and needing Jeeves to free him from unsuitable romantic entanglements; Bond, the spook, both gunman and swordsman, in a state of perpetual priapism. Nearly all of you chose Bertie as narrator, which is as it should be; I expect Bond will eventually go the way of the action heroes of my childhood Dick Hannay, Bulldog Drummond and Biggles — unread and unremembered save for his martinis and his 007 licence to kill — while Bertie, bless him, will live for ever.
The winners, from a big entry and printed below, get £30 each while the bonus fiver goes to Bill Greenwell.
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